Now life has killed the dream I dreamed.
A few feet under the ground reigns so profound a silence, and yet so much tumult on the surface!
All animals are to be found in men and each of theme exists in some man, sometimes several at the time.
A man trying to escape never thinks himself sufficiently concealed.
The ode lives upon the ideal, the epic upon the grandiose, the drama upon the real.
Genius is rare because the means of becoming one have not been available