In the dawn, armed with a burning patience, we shall enter the splendid Cities.

À l'aurore, armés d'une ardente patience, nous entrerons aux splendides Villes.

(In the dawn, armed with a burning patience, we shall enter the splendid Cities.)

I is another.

Misfortune was my god.

Morality is the weakness of the brain.

Romanticism has never been properly judged. Who was there to judge it? The critics!