In poetry everything which must be said is almost impossible to say well.

It is a law of nature that we defend ourselves from one affection only by means of another.

God created man and, finding him not sufficiently alone, gave him a companion to make him feel his solitude more keenly.

What is simple is wrong, and what is complicated cannot be understood.

Every social system is more or less against nature, and at every moment nature is at work to reclaim her rights.

From the moment that photography appeared, the descriptive genre began to invade Letters... In verse as in prose the décor and exterior aspects of life took an almost excessive place.

We need to wake up from a thought that lasts too long.