Poetry Is The Morning Dream Of Great

God - But A Word Invoked To Explain The World.

It Is Because Of The Servility Of Photography That I Am Fundamentally Contemptuous Of This Chance Invention Which Will Never Be An Art But Which Plagiarizes Nature By Means Of Optics. (1848)

I Am The Fellow Citizen Of Every Being That Thinks; My Country Is Truth.

France Is Revolutionary Or She Is Nothing At All. The Revolution Of1789 Is Her Political Religion.

Chance Often Gives Us That Which We Should Not Have Presumed To Ask.