Like All Dreamers, I Mistook Disenchantment For

L'homme Est Une Passion Inutile. Man Is A Useless Passion.

Something Begins In Order To End: An Adventure Doesn't Let Itself Be Extended It Achieves Significance Only Through Its Death.

To Whomever Gives A Kiss Or A Blow Render A Kiss Or Blow But To Whomever Gives When You Are Unable To Return Offer All The Hatred In Your Heart For You Were Slaves And He Enslaves You

Photographs Are Not Ideas. They Give Us Ideas.

The Form [of Literature] Matters Little To Me, Classical Or Not.