Egoists, a Book of Supermen: Stendhal, Baudelaire, Flaubert, Anatole France, Huysmans, Barrès, Nietzsche, Blake, Ibsen, Stirner, and Ernest Hello

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C. Scribner's sons, 1909 - 372 páginas

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Página 102 - AH, did you once see Shelley plain, And did he stop and speak to you And did you speak to him again ? How strange it seems and new...
Página 365 - Liberty is not a means to a higher political end. It is itself the highest political end.
Página 285 - Dare its deadly terrors clasp? When the stars threw down their spears, And watered heaven with their tears, Did He smile His work to see? Did He who made the lamb make thee?
Página 285 - Why, so can I ; or so can any man : But will they come, when you do call for them ? Glend.
Página 365 - Party is the madness of the many for the gain of the few.
Página 370 - Is it not the chief disgrace in the world, not to be an unit - not to be reckoned one character - not to yield that peculiar fruit which each man was created to bear, but to be reckoned in the gross, in the hundred, or the thousand, of the party, the section, to which we belong; and our opinion predicted geographically, as the north, or the south?
Página 98 - But are there no solitudes out of the cave and the desert? or cannot the heart in the midst of crowds feel frightfully alone?
Página 77 - I SEND you here a sort of allegory, (For you will understand it) of a soul, A sinful soul possess'd of many gifts, A spacious garden full of flowering weeds, A glorious Devil, large in heart and brain, That did love Beauty only, (Beauty seen In all varieties of mould and mind) And Knowledge for its beauty ; or if Good, Good only for its beauty...
Página 287 - a strange, strange boy, exquisitely wild, an utter visionary, like the moon among thin clouds he moves in a circle of his own making. He alone is a light of his own. Of all human beings I never saw one so utterly naked of self.
Página 286 - How do you know but ev'ry Bird that cuts the airy way, Is an immense world of delight, clos'd by your senses five?

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