One Only Needs To See A Smile

God Secludes Himself; But The Thinker Listens At The Door.

It Is The End. But Of What? The End Of France? No. The End Of Kings? Yes.

A Poet Is A World Enclosed In A Man.

To Think Of Shadows Is A Serious Thing.

He Had, They Said, Tasted In Succession All The Apples Of The Tree Of Knowledge, And, Whether From Hunger Or Disgust, Had Ended By Tasting The Forbidden Fruit.