The Course Of A River Is Almost

I Love Cats Because I Enjoy My Home; And Little By Little, They Become Its Visible Soul.

Art Is A Marriage Of The Conscious And The Unconscious.

The Louvre Is A Morgue; You Go There To Identify Your Friends.

Poetry, Being Elegance Itself, Cannot Hope To Achieve Visibility... It Insists On Living Its Own Life.

We Are In A Period Of Such Individualism That One No Longer Speaks Of Disciples; One Speaks Of Thieves.