Champagne... The Wine Of Kings, The King

A Man Forced To Spend His Life Without Ever Having The Right, Without Ever Finding The Time, To Shut Himself Up All Alone, No Matter Where, To Think, To Reflect, To Work, To Dream? Ah! My Dear Boy, A Key, The Key Of A Door Which One Can Lock This Is Happiness, Mark You, The Only Happiness!

Anguish Of Suspense Made Men Even Desire The Arrival Of Enemies.

To Contest An Author's Right To Create A Poetic Or Realistic Work Is To Want To Force Him To Change His Temperament, Challenge His Originality, Refuse To Allow Him To Use The Eye And The Intelligence Nature Has Given Him.

We Are Accustomed To Use Our Eyes Only With The Memory Of What Other People Before Us Have Thought About The Object We Are Looking At.

A Human Being - What Is A Human Being? Everything And Nothing. Through The Power Of Thought It Can Mirror Everything It Experiences. Through Memory And Knowledge It Becomes A Microcosm, Carrying The World Within Itself. A Mirror Of Things, A Mirror Of Facts. Each Human Being Becomes A Little Universe Within The Universe!