I long to see everything, to know everything, to learn everything!.
To say that my grief will be eternal would be ridiculous - nothing is eternal.
Time is the most terrible, the most discouraging, the most unconquerable of all obstacles, and one that may exist when no other does.
Art just consists in making us swallow the commonplaces by charming us eternally.
What am I? Nothing. What would I be? Everything.
Art consists precisely in making us admire old stories, charming us with them eternally, as Nature charms with her eternal sun, her ancient earth, and her men built all on the same pattern, and all animated by the same feelings.