A Quote by Charles Augustin Sainte-Beuve

In most men there exists a poet who died young, whom the man survived. — © Charles Augustin Sainte-Beuve
In most men there exists a poet who died young, whom the man survived.
Inside every man there is a poet who died young.
Each man carries within him the soul of a poet who died young.
The being who, for most men, is the source of the most lively, and even, be it said, to the shame of philosophical delights, the most lasting joys; the being towards or for whom all their efforts tend for whom and by whom fortunes are made and lost; for whom, but especially by whom, artists and poets compose their most delicate jewels; from whom flow the most enervating pleasures and the most enriching sufferings - woman, in a word, is not, for the artist in general... only the female of the human species. She is rather a divinity, a star.
A poet must have died as a man before he is worth anything as a poet.
Young men, listen to an old man to whom old men listened when he was young.
Young men, hear an old man to whom old men hearkened when he was young.
she died.i survived because i survived.i die everyday.
The worthiest man to be known, and for a pattern to be presented to the world, he is the man of whom we have most certain knowledge. He hath been declared and enlightened by the most clear-seeing men that ever were; the testimonies we have of him are in faithfulness and sufficiency most admirable.
Young men can be impetuous, young men can be rush, young men can be fools, but the Car'a'carn cannot let himself be a young man.
I went to war. .... I survived, while other men around me died. ... men whose lives were crunched up in mistakes, and thrown away by the wrong second of someone else's hate, or love, or indifference.
Living is the original art. As a young man I wanted to be a poet and I learned along the way that I already was a poet.
The old man, of whom we know how he has become what he is, is more of an individual than the young man; for it is only in the course of an eventful life that men are differentiated into full individuality.
Most of those whom we honor on Memorial Day died young. They never had the chance to raise a family, build a career, attend the weddings of their children, or be honored in old age.
With everyone born human, a poet - an artist - is born, who dies young and who is survived by an adult.
The three values which men had held for centuries and which have now collapsed are: mysticism, collectivism, altruism. Mysticism — as a cultural power — died at the time of the Renaissance. Collectivism — as a political ideal — died in World War II. As to altruism — it has never been alive. It is the poison of death in the blood of Western civilization, and men survived it only to the extent to which they neither believed nor practiced it.
That young man with the long, auburn hair and the impudent face - that young man was not really a poet; but surely he was a poem.
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