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One might almost reckon mathematically that, having undergone the double composition of public opinion and of the author, their history reaches us at third hand and is thus separated by two stages from the original fact.
— Alfred de Vigny
writer, playwright, poet, novelist, diarist, translator
1797 – 1863
One might almost reckon mathematically that, having undergone the double composition of public opinion and of the author, their history reaches us at third hand and is thus separated by two stages from the original fact.
Hope is the greatest madness. What can we expect of a world that we enter with the assurance of seeing our fathers and mothers die? A world where, if two beings love each other and give their lives to each other, both can be sure that one will watch the other perish?
Of what use were the arts if they were only the reproduction and the imitation of life?
Of what use were the arts if they were only the reproduction and the imitation of life?
We live in an age of universal investigation, and of exploration of the sources of all movements.
Art ought never to be considered except in its relations with its ideal beauty.
