Elegance Ceases To Exist When It Is

He Has The Manner Of A Giant With The Look Of A Child, A Lazy Activeness, A Mad Wisdom, A Solitude Encompassing The World.

It Is Not I Who Become Addicted, It Is My Body.

The Actual Tragedies Of Life Bear No Relation To One's Preconceived Ideas. In The Event, One Is Always Bewildered By Their Simplicity, Their Grandeur Of Design, And By That Element Of The Bizarre Which Seems Inherent In Them.

Art Is Science In The Flesh.

The Skin Of All Of Us Is Responsive To Gypsy Songs And Military Marches.