Talvez...

“Para o homem que trabalha nas estrebarias e cuja função é varrer o esterco, o terror supremo é um mundo sem cavalos”
― Henry Miller

“Ah!, a imaginação das crianças... onde achar outra mais bela, mais inquietadora, que melhor saiba frisar o impossível? ... (...) Porque nessa época ondulante da vida é-se apenas fantasia, crédula fantasia. Vem depois o raciocínio, a lucidez, a desconfiança - e tudo se esvai... Só nos resta a certeza - a desilusão sem remédio...”
― Mário de Sá-Carneiro, Céu Em Fogo

“The people of England regards itself as free; but it is grossly mistaken; it is free only during the election of members of parliament. As soon as they are elected, slavery overtakes it, and it is nothing.”
― Jean-Jacques Rousseau, The Social Contract

“I love to watch the fine mist of the night come on,
The windows and the stars illumined, one by one,
The rivers of dark smoke pour upward lazily,
And the moon rise and turn them silver. I shall see
The springs, the summers, and the autumns slowly pass;
And when old Winter puts his blank face to the glass,
I shall close all my shutters, pull the curtains tight,
And build me stately palaces by candlelight.”
― Charles Baudelaire, Les Fleurs du Mal