The poet enjoys the incomparable privilege of being able to be himself and others, as he wishes.

Blessed art Thou, Lord, who giveth suffering As a divine remedy for our impurities.

Dance can reveal everything mysterious that is hidden in music

The old Paris is no more (the form of a city changes faster, alas! than a mortal's heart).

Genius is nothing more or less than childhood recovered by will, a childhood how equipped for self-expression with an adult's capacities.

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

Beauty is the sole ambition, the exclusive goal of Taste.