Smallness in a great man seems smaller by its disproportion with all the rest.
Winter is on my head, but eternal spring is in my heart.
Oh! Everything I loved!
The world of sleep has an existence of its own.
What happened between those two beings? Nothing. They were adoring one another.
Beauty is as useful as the useful. More so, perhaps. (Le beau est aussi utile que l'utile. Plus peut-etre.)