Forty Is The Old Age Of Youth;

It Seemed To Be A Necessary Ritual That He Should Prepare Himself For Sleep By Meditating Under The Solemnity Of The Night Sky... A Mysterious Transaction Between The Infinity Of The Soul And The Infinity Of The Universe.

And Do You Know Monsieur Marius? I Believe I Was A Little In Love With You.

God Blesses Man, Not For Having Found But For Having Sought.

The Hatred Of Luxury Is Not An Intelligent Hatred. It Implies A Hatred Of Arts.

The Word Is The Verb, And The Verb Is God.