I Have More Memories Than If I

However Incoherent A Human Existence May Be, Human Unity Is Not Bothered By It.

Man Loves Man So Much That When He Flees The City, It Is Still To Seek The Crowd, That Is, To Rebuild The City In The Country.

La, Tout N’est Qu’ordre Et Beauté Luxe, Calme Et Volupté There, There Is Nothing Else But Grace And Measure, Richness, Quietness, And Pleasure.

Perfumes, Colours And Sounds Echo One Another.

An Oasis Of Horror In A Desert Of Boredom.