To Beautify Life Is To Give It

Terrible Times In Which Priests No Longer Merit The Praise Of Poets And In Which Poets Have Not Yet Begun To Be Priests.

Men Are Products, Expressions, Reflections; They Live To The Extent That They Coincide With Their Epoch, Or To The Extent That They Differ Markedly From It.

Others Go To Bed With Their Mistresses; I With My Ideas.

Men Of Action, Above All Those Whose Actions Are Guided By Love, Live Forever.

I Know That When The World Surrenders, Pallid, To Repose, The Murmur Of A Tranquil Stream Through The Deep Silence Flows.