There Is No True Sovereign

He Whom We Call A Gentleman Is No Longer The Man Of Nature.

Wandering In A Vast Forest At Night, I Have Only A Faint Light To Guide Me. A Stranger Appears And Says To Me: 'my Friend, You Should Blow Out Your Candle In Order To Find Your Way More Clearly.' This Stranger Is A Theologian.

First Of All Move Me, Surprise Me, Rend My Heart; Make Me Tremble, Weep, Shudder; Outrage Me; Delight My Eyes Afterwards If You Can.

Oh! How Near Are Genius And Madness! Men Imprison Them And Chain Them, Or Raise Statues To Them.

It Is Not The Man Who Is Beside Himself, But He Who Is Cool And Collected,--who Is Master Of His Countenance, Of His Voice, Of His Actions, Of His Gestures, Of Every Part Of His Play,--who Can Work Upon Others At His Pleasure.