An Oasis Of Horror In A Desert

To Be Away From Home And Yet To Feel Oneself Everywhere At Home; To See The World, To Be At The Centre Of The World, And Yet To Remain Hidden From The World—impartial Natures Which The Tongue Can But Clumsily Define. The Spectator Is A Prince Who Everywhere Rejoices In His Incognito.

It Would Perhaps Be Nice To Be Alternately The Victim And The Executioner.

Dancing Can Reveal All The Mystery That Music Conceals.

Nearly All Our Originality Comes From The Stamp That Time Impresses Upon Our Sensibility.

Let Us Beware Of Common Folk, Of Common Sense, Of Sentiment, Of Inspiration, And Of The Obvious.