The Lamps Are Burning And The Starry

There Is But One Paris And However Hard Living May Be Here, And If It Became Worse And Harder Even—the French Air Clears Up The Brain And Does Good—a World Of Good.

What Am I In The Eyes Of Most People - A Nonentity, An Eccentric, Or An Unpleasant Person - Somebody Who Has No Position In Society And Will Never Have; In Short, The Lowest Of The Low. All Right, Then - Even If That Were Absolutely True, Then I Should One Day Like To Show By My Work What Such An Eccentric, Such A Nobody, Has In His Heart.

It Is A Pity That, As One Gradually Gains Experience, One Loses One's Youth.

But You People Do Not Understand Me, And I Am Afraid You Never Will.

A Likeness Different From The Products Of The God-fearing Photographer.