I Will Leave No Memoirs.

Taste Is The Fundamental Quality Which Sums Up All Other Qualities. It Is The Ne Plus Ultra Of The Intelligence.

Real Sorrow Is Incompatible With Hope. No Matter How Great That Sorrow May Be, Hope Raises It One Hundred Cubits Higher.

Poetry Must Be Made By All And Not By One.

Arithmetic! Algebra! Geometry! Grandiose Trinity! Luminous Triangle! Whoever Has Not Known You Is Without Sense!

As Beautiful As The Chance Encounter Of A Sewing Machine And An Umbrella On An Operating Table.