Only divine love bestows the keys of knowledge.
True alchemy lies in this formula: ‘Your memory and your senses are but the nourishment of your creative impulse’.
Romanticism has never been properly judged. Who was there to judge it? The critics!
I saw that all beings are fated to happiness: action is not life, but a way of wasting some force, an enervation. Morality is the weakness of the brain.
Life is the farce which everyone has to perform.
But, truly, I have wept too much! The Dawns are heartbreaking. Every moon is atrocious and every sun bitter.