I Am Burning Myself Up And Will

The Prettiest Dresses Are Worn To Be Taken Off.

Artists Can No More Speak About Their Work, Than Plants Can Speak About Horticulture.

Elegance Ceases To Exist When It Is Noticed.

What Uniform Can I Wear To Hide My Heavy Heart? It Is Too Heavy. It Will Always Show. Jacques Felt Himself Growing Gloomy Again. He Was Well Aware That To Live On Earth A Man Must Follow Its Fashions, And Hearts Were No Longer Worn.

The Runner Stopped Dead, Lost His Balance, Froze In One Of Those Violent Attitudes In Which The Photographers Petrify Living Reality.