One Can Only Forget About Time By

A Study Of The Great Malady; Horror Of Home.

Art Is An Infinitely Precious Good, A Draught Both Refreshing And Cheering Which Restores The Stomach And The Mind To The Natural Equilibrium Of The Ideal.

I Have More Memories Than If I Were A Thousand Years Old.

The Whole Visible Universe Is But A Storehouse Of Images And Signs To Which The Imagination Will Give A Relative Place And Value; It Is A Sort Of Pasture Which The Imagination Must Digest And Transform.

Strangeness Is A Necessary Ingredient In Beauty.