You are intellect, I am life!

Your prudence, my wise friend, allows too little room for the mysterious whisperings of life.

To one who has enjoyed the full life of any scene, of any hour, what thoughts can be recorded about it, seem like the commas and semicolons in the paragraph, m…

I am 'too fiery' : yet I wish to be seen as I am, and would lose all rather than soften away anything.

We come from a dark abyss, we end in a dark abyss, and we call the luminous interval life. As soon as we are born the return begins, at once the setting forth …

La moitie de ma vie a mis l'autre au tombeau.

Nature has pointed out a mixed kind of life as most suitable to the human race, and secretly admonished them to allow none of these biases to draw too much, so…