It Is Not Human Nature We Should

We Swallow Greedily Any Lie That Flatters Us, But We Sip Only Little By Little At A Truth We Find Bitter.

For Me, My Thoughts Are My Prostitutes.

To Say That Man Is A Compound Of Strength And Weakness, Light And Darkness, Smallness And Greatness, Is Not To Indict Him, It Is To Define Him.

Oh! How Near Are Genius And Madness! Men Imprison Them And Chain Them, Or Raise Statues To Them.

Une Danse Est Un Poe' Me. A Dance Is A Poem.