Integrity Is The Evidence Of All Civil

Only God And Some Few Rare Geniuses Can Keep Forging Ahead Into Novelty.

What A Fine Comedy This World Would Be If One Did Not Play A Part In It.

Wandering In A Vast Forest At Night, I Have Only A Faint Light To Guide Me. A Stranger Appears And Says To Me: 'my Friend, You Should Blow Out Your Candle In Order To Find Your Way More Clearly.' This Stranger Is A Theologian.

En Ge Ne Ral, Plus Un Peuple Est Civilise , Poli, Moins Ses Moeurs Sont Poe Tiques; Tout S'affaiblit En S'adoucissant. Ingeneral, Themore Civilized And Refinedthepeople, The Less Poetic Are Its Morals; Everything Weakens As It Mellows.

La Poe Sie Veutquelque Chose D'e Norme, Debarbare Et De Sauvage. Poetry Needs Something On The Scale Of The Grand, The Barbarous, The Savage.