Every Flower Is A Soul

I Have Always Differentiated Between Two Types Of Friends; Those Who Want Proofs Of Friendship, And Those Who Do Not. One Kind Loves Me For Myself And The Others For Themselves.

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?

Our Dreams Are A Second Life.

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.

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