Life Is The Flower For Which Love

As For The Bishop, The Sight Of The Guillotine Was A Great Shock To Him, From Which He Recovered Only Slowly.

The World Of Sleep Has An Existence Of Its Own.

Slaves Would Be Tyrants Were The Chance Theirs.

He Who Contemplates The Depths Of Paris Is Seized With Vertigo. Nothing Is More Fantastic. Nothing Is More Tragic. Nothing Is More Sublime.

He Loved Books; Books Are Cold But Safe Friends.