True Artists Scorn Nothing.

Once In The Midst Of A Seemingly Endless Winter, I Discovered Within Myself An Invincible Spring.

In Our Well-policed Society We Recognize That An Illness Is Serious From The Fact That We Don't Dare Speak Of It Directly.

A Single Sentence Will Suffice For Modern Man. He Fornicated And Read The Papers. After That Vigorous Definition, The Subject Will Be, If I May Say So, Exhausted.

People Don't Love Each Other At Our Age, Marthe—they Please Each Other, That's All. Later On, When You're Old And Impotent, You Can Love Someone. At Our Age, You Just Think You Do. That's All It Is.

[paris] Is Dirty. It Has Pigeons And Black Yards. The People Have White Skin.