Remembering is only a new form of suffering.

...and the lamp having at last resigned itself to death. There was nothing now but firelight in the room, And every time a flame uttered a gasp for breath It flushed her amber skin with the blood of its bloom.

Discover day to day excitement.

...an industry which can furnish results identical to nature must be the absolute in art.

Life swarms with innocent monsters.

And, drunk with my own madness, I shouted at him furiously, "Make life beautiful! Make life beautiful!

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