The Devil's Finest Trick Is To Persuade

A Dandy Does Nothing.

Today I Had A Strange Warning. I Felt The Wind Of Insanity Brush My Mind.

If Photography Is Allowed To Supplement Art In Some Of Its Functions, It Will Soon Have Supplanted Or Corrupted It Altogether, Thanks To The Stupidity Of The Multitude Which Is Its Natural Ally.

I Lived For A Long Time Under Vast Porticos That Maritime Suns Tinted With A Thousand Fires, And Whose Great Pillars, Straight And Majestuous In The Evening Made Seem Like Basaltic Caves.

Always Be A Poet, Even In Prose.