No one feels himself easy in a garden which does not look like the open country.
We are pantheists when we study nature, polytheists when we write poetry, monotheists in our morality.
My poor head is in such a whirl, my mind is all in bits.
They should be ashamed of themselves, all these sober people!
To have more, you must first be more.
Everyone believes in his youth that the world really began with him, and that all merely exists for his sake.