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I can barely conceive of a type of beauty in which there is no Melancholy.

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The life of our city is rich in poetic and marvelous subjects. We are enveloped and steeped as though in an atmosphere of the marvelous; but we do not notice it.
But what does it matter what reality is outside myself, so long as it has helped me to live, to feel that I am, and what I am?
To handle a language skillfully is to practice a kind of evocative sorcery.
The insatiable thirst for everything which lies beyond, & which life reveals is the most living proof of our immortality.
A book is a garden, an orchard, a storehouse, a party, a company by the way, a counselor, a multitude of counselors.
Life has but one true charm: the charm of the game. But what if we’re indifferent to whether we win or lose?
Genius is nothing more nor less than childhood recaptured at will.
Let us beware of common folk, common sense, sentiment, inspiration, and the obvious.
I should like the fields tinged with red, the rivers yellow and the trees painted blue. Nature has no imagination.
I am unable to understand how a man of honor could take a newspaper in his hands without a shudder of disgust.