Born Of The Sensibility, Art Sows And

Intelligence, That Sublimation Of The Sensibility, That Organ Of The Need To Know, Is Sterilized Sensibility.

Art Is The Flower Of Life And, As Seed, It Gives Back Life.

Man Begins By Loving Love And Ends By Loving A Woman. Woman Begins By Loving A Man And Ends By Loving Love.

Money Is The Sign Of Liberty. To Curse Money Is To Curse Liberty- To Curse Life, Which Is Nothing, If It Be Not Free.

Extraordinarily Excessive Sensuality It May Be .. But It All Comes Down To The Same Thing In The End, And One Means Is Surely As Good As Another, Since The End Obtained Is Always The Same. In Any Case The Exceptional, Endlessly Repeated, Is No Different Than The Banal; And Unceasing Recapitulation Can Add Nothing, In The End, To The Sum Of Experience. I Am Weary And Hopeless Three Times The Dupe. Why Have You Trained Me In The Shame Of Abominable Sins?