By nature, by necessity itself, [primitive man] is encyclopedic, while civilized man finds himself confined in the infinitely small regions of specialization.

I am unable to understand how a man of honor could take a newspaper in his hands without a shudder of disgust.

However incoherent a human existence may be, human unity is not bothered by it.

Finer than any sand are dusts of gold that gleam, Vague starpoints, in the mystic iris of their eyes.

I watch the springs, the summers, the autumns; And when comes the winter snow monotonous, I shut all the doors and shutters To build in the night my fairy palace.

The life of our city is rich in poetic and marvelous subjects. We are enveloped and steeped as though in an atmosphere of the marvelous; but we do not notice it.

Whether you come from heaven or hell, what does it matter, O Beauty!