For Me, Romanticism Is The Most Recent

Forest, I Fear You! In My Ruined Heart Your Roaring Wakens The Same Agony As In Cathedrals When The Organ Moans And From The Depths I Hear That I Am Damned.

Passion I Hate, And Spirit Does Me Wrong. Let Us Love Gently.

Where One Should See Only What Is Beautiful, Our Public Looks Only For What Is True.

Nature... Is Nothing But The Inner Voice Of Self-interest.

Etre Un Homme Utile M'a Paru Toujours Quelque Chose De Bien Hideux. To Be Useful Has Always Seemed To Me Quite Hideous.