Perfumes, Colours And Sounds Echo One Another.

I Am A Cemetery By The Moon Unblessed.

No Task Is A Long One But The Task On Which One Dare Not Start. It Becomes A Nightmare.

In Putting Off What One Has To Do, One Runs The Risk Of Never Being Able To Do It.

It Would Perhaps Be Nice To Be Alternately The Victim And The Executioner.

A Work Of Art Should Be Like A Well-planned Crime.