Any Man Who Does Not Accept The

Strangeness Is The Indispensable Condiment Of All Beauty.

Man Loves Man So Much That When He Flees The City, It Is Still To Seek The Crowd, That Is, To Rebuild The City In The Country.

To Glorify The Cult Of Images (my Great, My Only, My Earliest Passion).

Love Is A Taste For Prostitution. In Fact, There Is No Noble Pleasure That Cannot Be Reduced To Prostitution.

The True Voyagers Are Those Who Go For The Sake Of Traveling . . . And Without Quite Knowing Why, They Say, 'let Us Depart!'.