The artist one day falls through a hole in the brambles, and from that moment he is following the dark rapids of an underground river which may sometimes flow so near to the surface that the laughing picnic parties are heard above. 678
Classical and romantic: private language of a family quarrel, a dead dispute over the distribution of emphasis between man and nature. 600
The secret of success is to be in harmony with existence, to be always calm to let each wave of life wash us a little farther up the shore. 659
There is no pain equal to that which two lovers can inflict on one another. This should be made clear to all who contemplate such a union. The avoidance of this pain is the beginning of wisdom, for it is strong enough to contaminate the rest of our lives. 583
