This Innocence Begins To Weigh Me Down.

To Repair The Irreparable Ravages Of Time.

I Am A Man, And Nothing That Concerns A Man Do I Deem A Matter Of Indifference To Me.

Sir, That Much Prudence Calls For Too Much Worry; I Cannot Foresee Misfortunes So Far Away.

The Principal Rule Of Art Is To Please And To Move. All The Other Rules Were Created To Achieve This First One.

You Who Love Wild Passions, Flee The Holy Austerity Of My Pleasures. All Here Breathes Of God, Peace And Truth.