I'm Dying, But Otherwise I'm In Very

I Wouldn't Dream Of Following A Fashion... How Could One Be A Different Person Every Three Months?

The Poet Is The Complete Lover Of Mankind.

The Arts Are Life Accelerated And Concentrated.

Vulgarity Is, In Reality, Nothing But A Modern, Chic, Pert Descendant Of The Goddess Dullness.

I Have Often Wished I Had Time To Cultivate Modesty... But I Am Too Busy Thinking About Myself.