Virginity Is The Poetry, Not The Reality,

Private Passions Tire And Exhaust Themselves, Public Ones Never.

Poets And Heroes Are Of The Same Race, The Latter Do What The Former Conceive.

Barbarism Recommences By The Excess Of Civilization.

Mystery Hovers Over All Things Here Below.

The More I See Of The Representatives Of The People, The More I Admire My Dogs.