However Incoherent A Human Existence May Be,

Woman Is Natural, That Is To Say, Abominable.

The Idea Of Beauty Which Man Creates For Himself Imprints Itself On His Whole Attire, Crumples Or Stiffens His Dress, Rounds Off Or Squares His Gesture, And In The Long Run Even Ends By Subtly Penetrating The Very Features Of His Face. Man Ends By Looking Like His Ideal Self. These Engravings Can Be Translated Either Into Beauty Or Ugliness; In One Direction, They Become Caricatures, In The Other, Antique Statues.

There Is No Such Thing As A Long Piece Of Work, Except One That You Dare Not Start.

But A Dandy Can Never Be A Vulgar Man

The World Progresses Only Through Misunderstanding.