I Am A Cemetery By The Moon

How Little Remains Of The Man I Once Was, Save The Memory Of Him! But Remembering Is Only A New Form Of Suffering.

What I Say Is That The Supreme And Singular Joy Of Making Love Resides In The Certainty Of Doing Evil.

Multitude, Solitude: Equal And Interchangeable Terms For The Active And Prolific Poet.

Dance Can Reveal Everything Mysterious That Is Hidden In Music

I Am Bored In France Because Everyone Resembles Voltaire.