Beauty Makes One Lose One's Head. Poetry

Watch Yourself All Your Life In A Mirror And You'll See Death At Work Like Bees In A Glass Hive.

I Love Cats Because I Enjoy My Home; And Little By Little, They Become Its Visible Soul.

True Realism Consists In Revealing The Surprising Things Which Habit Keeps Covered And Prevents Us From Seeing.

The Job Of The Poet (a Job Which Can't Be Learned) Consists Of Placing Those Objects Of The Visible World Which Have Become Invisible Due To The Glue Of Habit, In An Unusual Position Which Strikes The Soul And Gives Them A Tragic Force.

Whatever The Public Blames You For, Cultivate It; It Is Yourself.