Come, Let’s Be Calm: No One Incapable

We Should Not Touch Our Idols: Their Gilding Will Remain On Our Hands.

One Never Tires Of What Is Well Written, Style Is Life! It Is The Very Blood Of Thought!

What Wretched Poverty Of Language! To Compare Stars To Diamonds!

As Humanity Perfects Itself, Man Becomes Degraded. When Everything Is Reduced To The Mere Counter-balancing Of Economic Interests, What Room Will There Be For Virtue? When Nature Has Been So Subjugated That She Has Lost All Her Original Forms, Where Will That Leave The Plastic Arts? And So On. In The Mean Time, Things Are Going To Get Very Murky.

For A Long Time Now My Heart Has Had Its Shutters Closed, Its Steps Deserted, Formerly A Tumultuous Hotel, But Now Empty And Echoing Like A Great Empty Tomb.