Nations, like families, have great men only in spite of themselves.

There is a word, in a verb, something sacred which forbids us from using it recklessly. To handle a language cunningly is to practice a kind of evocative sorcery.

Through the Unknown, we'll find the New

Thanks be to God, Who gives us sufferingas sacred remedy for all our sins,that best and purest essence which preparesthe strong in spirit for divine delights!

In order not to feel time's horrid fardel bruise your shoulders, grinding you into the earth, get drunk and stay that way. On what? On wine, poetry, virtue, whatever. But get drunk!

Drink wine, drink poetry, drink virtue.

Delacroix was passionately in love with passion, but coldly determined to express passion as clearly as possible.