In Fact Living Is Dying.

Whatever You Want To Say, There Is Only One Word To Express It, Only One Verb To Give It Movement, Only One Adjective To Qualify It.

Our Memory Is A More Perfect World Than The Universe: It Gives Back Life To Those Who No Longer Exist.

Travel, Like Dreams, Is A Door That Opens From The Real World Into A World That Is Yet To Be Discovered

I Entered Literary Life As A Meteor, And I Shall Leave It Like A Thunderbolt.

...a Strange Art – Music – The Most Poetic And Precise Of All The Arts, Vague As A Dream And Precise As Algebra.