Reason May Cure Illusions, But Not Suffering.

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.

Doubt, If You Will, The Being Who Loves You, Woman Or Dog, But Never Doubt Love Itself.

In My Flowery Dreams There's Always You. I Do Not Regret It One Bit.

The Fumes Of Wine Fermented In My Head; It Was One Of Those Moments Of Intoxication When All That Ones Sees And Hears, Speaks To One Of The Adored.... One Would Willingly Embrace All Who Smile, And One Feels That He Is Brother Of All Who Live.

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