Perfumes Are The Feelings Of Flowers.

There, Where One Burns Books... One, In The End, Burns Men.

Ordinarily He Was Insane, But He Had Lucid Moments When He Was Merely Stupid

He Who Fears To Venture As Far As His Heart Urges And His Reason Permits, Is A Coward; He Who Ventures Further Than He Intended To Go, Is A Slave.

Every Age Has Its Problem, By Solving Which Humanity Is Helped Forward.

Photography Is A Witness Against The Mistaken Opinion That Art Is An Imitation Of Nature.