To the solemn graves, near a lonely cemetery, my heart like a muffled drum is beating funeral marches.
It is the hour to be drunken! To escape being the martyred slaves of time, be ceaselessly drunk. On wine, on poetry, or on virtue, as you wish.
To say the word Romanticism is to say modern art — that is, intimacy, spirituality, color, aspiration towards the infinite, expressed by every means available to the arts.
It is by universal misunderstanding that all agree. For if, by ill luck, people understood each other, they would never agree.
The dance can reveal everything mysterious that is hidden in music, and it has the additional merit of being human and palpable. Dancing is poetry with arms and legs.