I Do Not Love Men: I Love

In Other People's Company I Felt I Was Dull, Gloomy, Unwelcome, At Once Bored And Boring.

The Sole Art That Suits Me Is That Which, Rising From Unrest, Tends Toward Serenity.

The Most Subtle Art, The Strongest And Deepest Art - Supreme Art - Is The One That Does Not At First Allow Itself To Be Recognized.

Oh, Would That My Mind Could Let Fall Its Dead Ideas, As The Tree Does Its Withered Leaves!

The Color Of Truth Is Gray.