Treacherous assassins, enemies of the people, and worthy of everyone's ridicule are those who, under the pretext of guiding future generations, teach them an isolated system of doctrines and whisper in their ear (instead of the sweet message of love) the barbarous gospel of hate.
Man needs to go outside himself in order to find repose and reveal himself.
This is the age in which hills can look down upon the mountains.
In truth, men speak too much of danger.
Poetry is the work of the bard and of the people who inspire him.
Men are products, expressions, reflections; they live to the extent that they coincide with their epoch, or to the extent that they differ markedly from it.