Youth without faith is a day without sun.
Count art by gold, and it fetters the feet it once winged.
A cruel story runs on wheels, and every hand oils the wheels as they run.
The scorn of genius is the most arrogant and the most boundless of all scorn.
It needs a great nature to bear the weight of a great gratitude.
We do not want to think. We do not want to hear. We do not care about anything. Only give us a good dinner and plenty of money, and let us outshine our neighbors. There is the Nineteenth Century Gospel.