Etre Un Homme Utile M'a Paru Toujours

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

In My Mind It Strolls, As Well As In My Apartment. A Cat, Strong, Sweet And Delightful.

If A Given Combination Of Trees, Mountains, Water, And Houses, Say A Landscape, Is Beautiful, It Is Not So By Itself, But Because Of Me, Of My Favor, Of The Idea Or Feeling I Attach To It.

Delacroix Was Passionately In Love With Passion, But Coldly Determined To Express Passion As Clearly As Possible.

Perfumes, Colours And Sounds Echo One Another.