The Woman Who Loves Always Smells Good.

Born Of The Sensibility, Art Sows And Creates Life In Its Turn.

The Ever-present Phenomenon Ceases To Exist For Our Senses. It Was A City Dweller, Or A Prisoner, Or A Blind Man Suddenly Given His Sight, Who First Noted Natural Beauty.

Extraordinarily Excessive Sensuality It May Be .. But It All Comes Down To The Same Thing In The End, And One Means Is Surely As Good As Another, Since The End Obtained Is Always The Same. In Any Case The Exceptional, Endlessly Repeated, Is No Different Than The Banal; And Unceasing Recapitulation Can Add Nothing, In The End, To The Sum Of Experience. I Am Weary And Hopeless Three Times The Dupe. Why Have You Trained Me In The Shame Of Abominable Sins?

Modesty Is The Delicate Form Of Hypocrisy.

Art Is The Accomplice Of Love.