Memory Is What Makes Us Young Or

The Apartments Of The Rich Are Cabinets Of Curiosities: A Conglomeration Of Classical Antiquity, Gothic, Renaissance; Louis Xiii... Something From Every Century But Our Own, A Predicament That Has Arisen In No Other Period... So That We Seem To Be Subsisting On The Ruins Of The Past, As If The End Of The World Were Near.

As All The Perfumes Of The Vanished Dayrise From The Earth Still Moistened With The Dewso From My Chastened Soul Beneath Thy Rayold Love Is Born Anew.

The Most Disagreeable Thing That Your Worst Enemy Says To Your Face Does Not Approach What Your Best Friends Say Behind Your Back.

The Mouth Keeps Silent To Hear The Heart Speak.

The Glass I Drink From Is Not Large, But At Least It Is My Own.