The Ever-present Phenomenon Ceases To Exist For

Art Is The Accomplice Of Love. Take Love Away And There Is No Longer Art.

We Live Less And Less, And We Learn More And More. Sensibility Is Surrendering To Intelligence.

Extraordinarily Excessive Sensuality It May Be .. But It All Comes Down To The Same Thing In The End, And One Means Is Surely As Good As Another, Since The End Obtained Is Always The Same. In Any Case The Exceptional, Endlessly Repeated, Is No Different Than The Banal; And Unceasing Recapitulation Can Add Nothing, In The End, To The Sum Of Experience. I Am Weary And Hopeless Three Times The Dupe. Why Have You Trained Me In The Shame Of Abominable Sins?

Very Simple Ideas Lie Within The Reach Only Of Complex Minds.

Autumn Is As Joyful And Sweet As An Untimely End.