Dreams Have As Much Influences As Actions.

As For Me, Poetry Takes The Place Of Love, Because It Is Enamored Of Itself, And Because This Self-lust Has A Delightful Dying Fall In My Soul.

Paintings Are Painted With Paint, Not With Ideas.

To Define Is To Kill. To Suggest Is To Create.

A Soul Trembling To Sit By A Hearth So Bright, To Exist Again, It’s Enough If I Borrow From Your Lips The Breath Of My Name You Murmur All Night.

Every Soul Is A Melody Which Needs Renewing.