Color Is The Fruit Of Life.

Without Artists, The Order Which We Find In Nature, And Which Is Only An Effect Of Art, Would At Once Vanish.

When Man Wanted To Make A Machine That Would Walk He Created The Wheel, Which Does Not Resemble A Leg.

People Quickly Grow Accustomed To Being The Slaves Of Mystery.

Joy Came Always After Pain.

Vienne La Nuit Sonne L'heure Les Jours S'en Vont Je Demeure