There Are As Many Kinds Of Beauty

I Have Cultivated My Hysteria With Delight And Terror. Now I Suffer Continually From Vertigo, And Today, 23rd Of January, 1862, I Have Received A Singular Warning, I Have Felt The Wind Of The Wing Of Madness Pass Over Me.

An Oasis Of Horror In A Desert Of Boredom.

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.

Being A Useful Man Has Always Seemed To Me To Be Something Truly Hideous.

When A Singer Puts His Hand On His Heart, It Means Usually, I Will Always Love You!