The Man Who Says His Evening Prayer

Etre Un Homme Utile M'a Paru Toujours Quelque Chose De Bien Hideux. To Be Useful Has Always Seemed To Me Quite Hideous.

The World Only Goes Round By Misunderstanding.

Dance Can Reveal Everything Mysterious That Is Hidden In Music

Finer Than Any Sand Are Dusts Of Gold That Gleam, Vague Starpoints, In The Mystic Iris Of Their Eyes.

There Is No Sweeter Pleasure Than To Surprise A Man By Giving Him More Than He Hopes For.