First and last, what is demanded of genius is love of truth.
Some people spend the day in complaining of a headache, and the night in drinking the wine that gives it.
To appreciate the noble is a gain which can never be torn from us.
If I love you, what business is it of yours?
Colors are the deeds/ and sufferings of light.
Let us not dream that reason can ever be popular. Passions, emotions, may be made popular; but reason remains ever the property of an elect few.