Montesquieu (Lettres Persanes).
“I was twenty, age when the heart all illumined with poesy guards religiously the subtile vibrations of the beautiful and the just; the sweet human season in which one yearns to have a thousand mouths to bite to bleeding—during an eternity—the bare pink bosoms of the beautiful chimeras that go singing by.”—Clovis Hugues.
“I shall eternally hide my deepest emotions under the mask of insouciance and the perruque of irony.”
Jules Vallès, in Jacques Vingtras—Le Bachelier.
