It Is Easy To Promise, And Alas!

Reason May Cure Illusions, But Not Suffering.

Each Memorable Verse Of A True Poet Has Two Or Three Times The Written Content.

The Life Of A Devotee Is A Crusade Of Which The Heart Is The Holy Land.

The Apartments Of The Rich Are Cabinets Of Curiosities: A Conglomeration Of Classical Antiquity, Gothic, Renaissance; Louis Xiii... Something From Every Century But Our Own, A Predicament That Has Arisen In No Other Period... So That We Seem To Be Subsisting On The Ruins Of The Past, As If The End Of The World Were Near.

... But One Loves, And When One Is On The Brink Of Death, One Turns Around To Look Backward, And One Says To Oneself: "i Have Often Suffered, I Have Sometimes Been Wrong, But I Have Loved.