Why do we think love is a magician? Because the whole power of magic consists in love. The work of magic is the attraction of one thing by another because of a certain affinity of nature.
The soul exists partly in eternity and partly in time.
In these times I don't, in a manner of speaking, know what I want; perhaps I don't want what I know and want what I don't know.
Who can wonder at the attractiveness... of the bar, for our ambitious young men, when the highest bribes of society are at the feet of the successful orator?
Saturn seems to have impressed the seal of melancholy on me from the beginning.
