Romanticism is the abuse of adjectives - Alfred de Musset

في ذلك الحين، عندما ترفعون رؤوسكم لتؤدوا الشكر لله، أيها الأحرار، لأنه أوجدكم في عصر الحصاد، افتكروا فينا نحن الراحلين وتذكروا أن ما تتمتعون به من عناء وسلام قد كلفنا كثيرًا من الشقاء.
ترحموا علينا أكثر مما تترحمون على سائر من تقدموكم في مراحل الأجيال، لأننا تحملنا أوجاع أجدادكم دون أن نتمتع بما كان لهم من عزاء...

life is a deep sleep of which love is the dream

It is unfortunately true that there is in blasphemy a certain outlet which solaces the burdened heart. When an atheist, drawing his watch, gave God a quarter of an hour in which to strike him dead, it is certain that it was a quarter of an hour of wrath and of atrocious joy. It was the paroxysm of despair, a nameless appeal to all celestial powers; it was a poor, wretched creature squirming under the foot that was crushing him; it was a loud cry of pain. Who knows? In the eyes of Him who sees all things, it was perhaps a prayer.