Everything for me becomes allegory.
Whether you come from heaven or hell, what does it matter, O Beauty!
God is a fiction invented by people so they do not have to face the reality of their condition.
God made me and broke the mold.
The Huron and Iroquois forests are peopled by my friends; with me, the despots of Europe and their courts are the savages.
I love good and pleasure, I hate evil and pain, I want to be happy and I am not mistaken in believing, that people, angels and even demons have those same inclinations.
Rejoice in the things that are present; all else is beyond thee.
The days of the revolution now give place to the period of regular organization, liberty, and prosperity, which that revolution guarantees. Thus, when everything concurs for the pacification of internal troubles, the threats of the enemies of France must, in the face of the public happiness, appear even to themselves insensate.
In its entirety, probably, it follows us at every instant; all that we have felt, thought and willed from our earliest infancy is there, leaning over the present which is about to join it, pressing against the portals of consciousness that would fain leave it outside.
Poetry is one of the destinies of speech… One would say that the poetic image, in its newness, opens a future to language.