I say to this night: "Pass more slowly"; and the dawn will come to dispel the night. - Alphonse de Lamartine

Love alone was left, as a great image of a dream that was erased.

Let us love the passing hour, let us hurry up and enjoy our time.

The doctrine of the cynics is the Ideal reversed, the parody of physical and moral beauty, the crime of mind, the degradation of imagination. I could not take pleasure in it. There was too much enthusiasm within me to permit me to crawl through those sinks of the brain. My nature had wings. The dangers to which I was exposed were above, not below.