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Satan, really, is the romantic youth of Jesus re-appearing for a moment.
(James Joyce (1882-1941), Irish author. Stephen Hero, episode 26, New Directions (1944).
Stephen Daedalus is the speaker in this passage from Joyce's unfinished manuscript, Stephen Hero. Less than half the manuscript exists, and it was published only after Joyce's death.)
You can be as romantic as you please about love, Hector; but you mustn't be romantic about money.
(George Bernard Shaw (1856-1950), Anglo-Irish playwright, critic. (1903). Violet, in Man and Superman, act 2, The Bodley Head Bernard Shaw: Collected Plays with their Prefaces, vol. 2, ed. Dan H. Laurence (1971).)
The sickness of our times for me has been just this damn thing that everything has been getting smaller and smaller and less and less important, that the romantic spirit has dried up, that there is no shame today.... We're all getting so mean and small and petty and ridiculous, and we all live under the threat of extermination.
(Norman Mailer (b. 1923), U.S. author. repr. In Conversations with Norman Mailer, ed. J. Michael Lennon (1988). "Hip, Hell, and the Navigator," no. 23, Western Review (Winter 1959).)
If you describe things as better than they are, you are considered to be a romantic; if you describe things as worse than they are, you will be called a realist; and if you describe things exactly as they are, you will be thought of as a satirist.
(Quentin Crisp (b. 1908), British author. The Naked Civil Servant, ch. 24 (1968).)