Great Artists Have No Country.

Repartee Is Altogether A Natural Endowment, And Is The Lightning Of The Mind.

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.

Life Is A Sleep, Love Is A Dream; And You Have Lived If You Have Loved.

I Don't Know Where My Road Is Going, But I Know That I Walk Better When I Hold Your Hand.

I Cannot Help It - In Spite Of Myself, Infinity Torments Me.