Every Flower Is A Soul Blossoming In

The Key To Success Is Simple. Make People Dream.

Our Dreams Are A Second Life. I Have Never Been Able To Penetrate Without A Shudder Those Ivory Or Horned Gates Which Separate Us From The Invisible World.

The Intoxication Of The Faro Drinker Only Shows Itself At First By An Increase In Noise Which Is Only Deafening, And Finally By A Silent Deterioration Of The Mind.

The Enthusiasm Of Old Men Is Singularly Like That Of Infancy.

L'imagination M'apportait Des Délices Infinies. En Recouvrant Ce Que Les Hommes Appellent La Raison, Faudra-t-il Regretter De Les Avoir Perdues...? My Imagination Gave Me Infinite Delight. In Recovering What Men Call Reason, Do I Have To Regret The Loss Of These Joys?