The Only Possible Proof Of The Existence

There Is No Original Truth, Only Original Error.

To Feel Most Beautifully Alive Means To Be Reading Something Beautiful.

Every Corner In A House, Every Angle In A Room, Every Inch Of Secluded Space In Which We Like To Hide, Or Withdraw Into Ourselves, Is A Symbol Of Solitude For The Imagination; That Is To Say, It Is The Germ Of A Room, Or Of A House.

A House That Has Been Experienced Is Not An Inert Box. Inhabited Space Transcends Geometrical Space.

A Pretext-not A Cause-is Sufficient For Us To Enter The "solitary Situation", The Situation Of The Dreaming Solitude. In This Solitude, Memories Arrange Themselves In Tableaux. Decor Takes Precedence Over Drama. Sad Memories Take On At Least The Peace Of Melancholy.