One Changes From Day To Day, And...

It Is High Time That We Had Lights That Are Not Incendiary Torches.

One Changes From Day To Day, And... After A Few Years Have Passed One Has Completely Altered.

I Love Everything That Makes Up A Milieu, The Rolling Of The Carriages And The Noise Of The Workmen In Paris, The Cries Of A Thousand Birds In The Country, The Movement Of The Ships On The Waters. I Love Also Absolute, Profound Silence, And, In Short, I Love Everything That Is Around Me, No Matter Where I Am.

One Approaches The Journey's End. But The End Is A Goal, Not A Catastrophe.

The Beauty That Addresses Itself To The Eyes Is Only The Spell Of The Moment; The Eye Of The Body Is Not Always That Of The Soul.