Our Memory Is A More Perfect World

We Live Always Under The Weight Of The Old And Odious Customs... Of Our Barbarous Ancestors.

Travel, Like Dreams, Is A Door That Opens From The Real World Into A World That Is Yet To Be Discovered

Ale, Not Beer, In A Pewter Mug Was Comme Il Faut, The Only Thing For A Gentleman Of Letters, Worthy Of The Name, To Drink.

The Great Artists Are Those Who Impose Their Personal Vision Upon Humanity.

Broad Daylight Does Not Encourage The Apprehension Of Horror.