Thought is the toil of the intelligence, revery its voluptuousness. To replace thought with revery is to confound a poison with a food.
They set fire to all the plantations, and massacred the colonists with the most unheard-of barbarities. By one single detail I can make you comprehend all the horrors accompanying this insurrection. The standard of the insurgents is the body of a white child on the point of a pike.
Life, misfortune, isolation, abandonment, poverty, are the fields of battle which have their heroes; obscure heroes, who are, sometimes, grander than the heroes who win renown.
There is nothing like the hand of the populace for building everything that is built by demolishing.
That is the explanation of war, an outrage by humanity upon humanity in despite of humanity.
The drama is complete poetry. The ode and the epic contain it only in germ; it contains both of them in a state of high development, and epitomizes both.