Our age believed herself pregnant with auspicious progeny, but when her hour came, it turned out to be dropsy.
Many said selfishness was the flaw of our modern age; but then self-conceit emerged from a corner of the deepest hell to join selfishness.
The ideas of an age are most abundant where they are not crowded by original ideas.
Art is eternally young, but the poet ages. If only he remained as young as art! If only it aged with him!
