Man Has Made Use Of His Intelligence;

Art Is The Accomplice Of Love.

Born Of The Sensibility, Art Sows And Creates Life In Its Turn.

Good Books Are Irrefutable, And Bad Books Refute Themselves.

And There Is Neither Beginning Nor End, Nor Past Nor Future; There Is Only A Present, At The Same Time Static And Ephemeral, Multiple And Absolute. It Is The Vital Ocean In Which We All Share, According To Our Strength, Our Needs Or Our Desires.

Women Still Remember The First Kiss After Men Have Forgotten The Last.