Woman Is Natural, That Is To Say,

You Walk On Corpses, Beauty, Undismayed.

And Over Your Unconsecrated Head You'll Hear The Howling Wolves Lament Their Fate And Yours The Livelong Year.

A Book Is A Garden, A Party, A Company By The Way.

If Photography Is Allowed To Supplement Art In Some Of Its Functions, It Will Soon Have Supplanted Or Corrupted It Altogether, Thanks To The Stupidity Of The Multitude Which Is Its Natural Ally.

Evil Comes Up Softly Like A Flower.