Art Can Make Chaos Seductive.

The Noisy Vacancy Of Youth, The Quiet Vacancy Of Age.

After Voltaire: Envy Is Chained To The Portico Of The Temple Of Glory And Can Neither Enter Nor Leave.

A Restaurant With Candles And Flowers Evokes More Reveries Than The Isle Of Bali Does.

No One Could Be The Way I Remember My Father.

The Young Are Just As Opinionated As The Old, But Have More Exciting Things To Do Than Sit Around Airing Their Opinions All Day.