What Is Art? Nature Concentrated.

No Woman Allows Her Lover To Descend From His Pedestal. Even A God Is Not Forgiven The Slightest Pettiness.

Several Sorts Of Memory Exist In Us; Body And Mind Each Possesses One Peculiar To Itself. Nostalgia, For Instance, Is A Malady Of The Physical Memory.

Love Endows Us With A Sort Of Personal Religion; We Respect Another Live Within Ourselves.

Our Souls Possess The Unknown Power Of Extending As Well As Contracting Space.

The Man Who Enters His Wife's Dressing Room Is Either A Philosopher Or A Fool.