Life Is A Sleep, Love Is A

Disgrace Is The Synonym Of Discovery.

Few Persons Enjoy Real Liberty; We Are All Slaves To Ideas Or Habits.

Things They Don't Understand Always Cause A Sensation Among The English.

I See That You Believe In Love Such As The Poets And Romancers Have Represented... The Poets Represent Love As The Sculptors Design Beauty, As The Musicians Create Melody; That Is To Say, Endowed With An Exquisite Nervous Organization, They Gather Up With Discerning Ardor The Purest Elements Of Life, The Most Beautiful Lines Of Matter, And The Most Harmonious Voices Of Nature.... To Try To Find In Real Life Such Love As This, Eternal And Absolute, Is The Same Thing As To Seek On The Public Squares Such A Woman As Venus Or To Expect Nightingales To Sing The Symphonies Of Beethoven.

... But One Loves, And When One Is On The Brink Of Death, One Turns Around To Look Backward, And One Says To Oneself: "i Have Often Suffered, I Have Sometimes Been Wrong, But I Have Loved.