as fine names as it would carry, and to draw advantage from it.
is your province, Thessaly is mine: Attica produced the marble wonders of the great geniuses; but Thessaly is the land of magic.
I have a great share of Typhon to the Osiris, wild rush and leap, blind force for the sake of force.
Dante, thou didst not describe, in all thy apartments bf Inferno, this tremendous repression of an existence half unfolded; this swoon as the soul was ready to be born.
Every year I live, I dislike routine more and more, though I see that society rests on that, and other falsehoods. The more I screw myself down to hours, the more I become expert at giving out thought and life in regulated rations,—the more I weary of this world, and long to move upon the wing, without props and sedan chairs.