Every Soul Is A Melody Which Needs

All Thoughts Emit A Throw Of Dice

Poetry Is The Language Of A State Of Crisis.

The Reproach That Superficial People Formulate Against Manet, That Whereas Once He Painted Ugliness, Now He Paints Vulgarity, Falls Harmlessly To The Ground, When We Recognize The Fact That He Paints The Truth.

Dreams Have As Much Influences As Actions.

The Flesh Is Sad, Alas, And I Have Read All The Books.