Few Persons Enjoy Real Liberty; We Are

Know That There Is Often Hidden In Us A Dormant Poet, Always Young And Alive.

Look At The Sun! It’s Dry, It’s Dead, It Needs A Drink, It Wants Blood! And I’ll Give It Blood!

Reason May Cure Illusions, But Not Suffering.

The Apartments Of The Rich Are Cabinets Of Curiosities: A Conglomeration Of Classical Antiquity, Gothic, Renaissance; Louis Xiii... Something From Every Century But Our Own, A Predicament That Has Arisen In No Other Period... So That We Seem To Be Subsisting On The Ruins Of The Past, As If The End Of The World Were Near.

There Are Temptations More Attractive Than Angels. Liberty, Patriotism, The Good Of Humanity – Words Like That Are The Silver Scales Of The Tempter’s Flaming Wings