Nature is a temple, where the living Columns sometimes breathe confusing speech; Man walks within these groves of symbols, each Of which regards him as a kindred thing.

There are but three beings worthy of respect: the priest, the warrior and the poet. To know, to kill and to create. The rest of mankind may be taxed and drudged, they are born for the stable, that is to say, to practise what they call professions.

For the merchant, even honesty is a financial speculation.

Life is a hospital in which every patient is possessed by a desire to change his bed.

Soon we will plunge ourselves into cold shadows, and all of summer's stunning afternoons will be gone. I already hear the dead thuds of logs below falling on the cobblestones and the lawn.

The world only goes round by misunderstanding.

Romanticism is precisely situated neither in choice of subject, nor exact truth, but in the way of feeling.