Beauty Cannot Be Recognized With A Cursory

I'm Not Willing Just To Be Tolerated. That Wounds My Love Of Love And Of Liberty.

There Are Too Many Souls Of Wood Not To Love Those Wooden Characters Who Do Indeed Have A Soul.

Whatever The World Condemns You For, Make It Your Own. It Is Yourself.

Continue Reading Proust. His Magnificent Intelligence Is Particularly Fond Of Describing Stupidity. Which Is Ultimately Exhausting.

It Was The East That Should Have Sent Us Missionaries.