'Ah, if I were a poet, it is to those whose existence has been a failure, whose arrows have not reached their mark, who have died without uttering the words they had to say and without pressing the hand destined for them, to all who have loved without being loved, who have sufferred without being pitied, that I would consecrate my verses; it would be a noble task.'
from Mademoiselle de Maupin by Theophile Gautier (Chapter II)
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