There's No Such Thing As Love; Only

I Succeeded In Bewitching A Fair Number And In Being Intoxicated With My Mistakes.

My Little Renoirs. Matisse Describes Having Seen Renoir Make These Tiny Canvases. When He Had Finished Working, He Would Use Up The Color Left In His Brushes On Them.

After The Writer's Death, Reading His Journal Is Like Receiving A Long Letter.

It Seems To Me That Invisibility Is The Required Provision Of Elegance. Elegance Ceases To Exist When It Is Noticed.

Children And Lunatics Cut The Gordian Knot Which The Poet Spends His Life Patiently Trying To Untie.