We Are The Children Of Our Landscape;

All Culture Corrupts, But French Culture Corrupts Absolutely.

I Have Been Thinking About The Girl I Met Last Night In The Mirror: Dark On The Marble-ivory White: Glossy Black Hair: Deep Suspiring Eyes In Which One's Glances Sink Because They Are Nervous, Curious, Turned To Sexual Curiosity.

Let Us Define 'man' As A Poet Perpetually Conspiring Against Himself.

Of Women, The Most We Can Say, Not Being Frenchmen, Is That They Are Burrowing Animals.

Science Is The Poetry Of The Intellect And Poetry The Science Of The Heart's Affections.