Art Is Beauty, The Perpetual Invention Of

I Am One Of Those For Whom Superfluity Is A Necessity.

Brevity Never Fatigues; Therefore, Brevity Is Always A Welcome Guest.

I Was Born To Travel And Write Verse.

The Years I Have Squandered In Puerile Excitement, In Going Hither And Thither, In Seeking To Force Nature And Time, I Ought To Have Spent In Solitude And Meditation, In Endeavoring To Make Myself Worthy Of Being Loved.

The Cat Makes Himself The Companion Of Your Hours Of Solitude, Melancholy And Toil.