...dyes, strange flowers, and curious odours, or work of the artist's hands, or the face of one's friend. Not to discriminate every moment some passionate attitude...short day of frost and sun, to sleep before evening. " We are all condamnes, as Victor Hugo says : we have an interval, and then our place knows us no more....

...dyes, strange flowers, and curious odours, or work of the artist's hands, or the face of one's friend. Not to discriminate every moment some passionate attitude in those about us, and in the brilliance of their gifts some tragic dividing of forces on their ways is, on this short day of frost...

...dyes, strango flowers, and curious odours, or work of the artist's hands, or the face of one's friend. Not to discriminate every moment some passionate attitude in those about us, and in the brilliance of their gifts, some tragic dividing of forces on their ways — is, on this short day of...

...the author's theory of life. " Not the fruit of experience, but experience itseir, is the end. . . . Not to discriminate every moment some passionate attitude in those about us, and, in the brilliance of their gifts, some tragic dividing of forces in their way, is, on this short day of frost...

...dyes, strange flowers, and curious odors, or work of the artist's hands, or the face of one's friend. Not to discriminate every moment some passionate attitude in those about us, and in the brilliance of their gifts some tragic dividing of forces on their ways is, on this short day of frost...

...dyes, strange flowers, and curious odours, or work of the artist's hands, or the face of one's friend. Not to discriminate every moment some passionate attitude in those about us, and in the brilliance of their gifts some tragic dividing of forces on their ways is, on this short day of frost...

...strange colours, and curious odours, or work of the artist's hands, or , the face of one's friend. Not to discriminate every ! moment some passionate...short day of frost and sun, to sleep before evening. With this sense of the splendour of our experience and of its awful brevity, gathering all we are into...

...work of the artist's hand, or the face of one's friend. Not to discriminate every moment." he adds, "some passionate attitude in those about us and in the brilliancy of their gifts, some tragic parting of forces on their ways is, on this short day of frost and sun, to sleep before evening." Between...

...end." " To burn always with this hard gem-like flame, to maintain this ecstasy, is success in life." " Not to discriminate every moment some passionate attitude in those about us ... is, in this short day of frost and sun, to sleep before evening." Compare such convictions with...

...was the highest quality you were to give to your moments as they passed ; to fail to do this was " on this short day of frost and sun to sleep before evening." (" The Renaissance.") "Marius the Epicurean" was not an Epicurean in the sense in which the doctrines...