The Intoxication Of The Faro Drinker Only

How Have I Been Able To Live So Long Outside Nature Without Identifying Myself With It? Everything Lives, Moves, Everything Corresponds; The Magnetic Rays, Emanating Either From Myself Or From Others, Cross The Limitless Chain Of Created Things Unimpeded; It Is A Transparent Network That Covers The World, And Its Slender Threads Communicate Themselves By Degrees To The Planets And Stars. Captive Now Upon Earth, I Commune With The Chorus Of The Stars Who Share In My Joys And Sorrows.

Our Dreams Are A Second Life.

L'imagination M'apportait Des Délices Infinies. En Recouvrant Ce Que Les Hommes Appellent La Raison, Faudra-t-il Regretter De Les Avoir Perdues...? My Imagination Gave Me Infinite Delight. In Recovering What Men Call Reason, Do I Have To Regret The Loss Of These Joys?

I Have Never Felt Any Rest In Sleep. For A Few Seconds I Am Numbed, Then A New Life Begins, Freed From The Conditions Of Time And Space, And Doubtless Similar To That State Which Awaits Us After Death. Who Knows If There Is Not Some Link Between Those Two Existences And If It Is Not Possible For The Soul To Unite Them Now?

The Only Refuge Left To Us Was The Poet's Ivory Tower, Which We Climbed, Ever Higher, To Isolate Ourselves From The Mob.