Today I felt pass over me A breath of wind from the wings of madness.
My heart is lost; the beasts have eaten it.
All the visible universe is nothing but a shop of images and signs.
I throw fresh seeds out. Who knows what survives?
To say the word Romanticism is to say modern art - that is, intimacy, spirituality, color, aspiration towards the infinite, expressed by every means available to the arts.
A child sees everything in a sense of newness - he is always drunk. Genius is nothing but childhood re-attained at will.