Remembering Is Only A New Form Of

Pure Draughtsmen Are Philosophers And Dialecticians. Colourists Are Epic Poets.

Strangeness Is An Ingredient Necessary In Beauty.

In This Horror Of Solitude, This Need To Lose His Ego In Exterior Flesh, Which Man Calls Grandly The Need For Love.

All The Visible Universe Is Nothing But A Shop Of Images And Signs.

The Idea Which Man Forms Of Beauty Imprints Itself Throughout His Attire, Rumples Or Stiffens His Garments, Rounds Off Or Aligns His Gestures, And, Finally, Even Subtly Penetrates The Features Of His Face.