Sublime

certain d’emprunter, enfin, les sentes obscures d’une existence poétique, et il redescendait l’avenue, mélancolique, rattrapé par l’air du temps. On désirait le changer d’histoire, le remettre dans le sens de l’efficacité et de la réussite, à l’instant même où, grâce à Jean Trézenik, il prenait des chemins de traverse, à l’heure où il s’écartait de

Unfortunately, the pathless path is an aspirational path and can never be fully explained, as Callard tells us, so attempts to convince people that you are moving in the right direction can be futile.

You suppose that the things you are about to leave behind are important; and just when you have set your eyes on that tranquility toward which you are headed, you linger over the gleam of this life you are leaving behind, like one who is to go down into mire and darkness.

You’re headed for heaven, The sweet old hereafter, And I’ve got one foot in the door. But before I can fly up, I’ve loose ends to tie up, Right here in The old therebefore.

Oh! happy house, could you know what I suffer in now viewing you from this spot, from whence perhaps I may view you no more!—And you, ye well-known trees!—but you will continue the same. No leaf will decay because we are removed, nor any branch become motionless although we can observe you no longer!—No; you will continue the same; unconscious of t

Our streets must be teeming with accidental strangers, who just happened to miss their cue—who share everything in common, except for time and place.

Our desires cut across one another's paths, and in this confused existence it is but rarely that a piece of good fortune coincides with the desire that clamoured for it.