Mirrors Would Do Well To

Such Is The Role Of Poetry. It Unveils, In The Strict Sense Of The Word. It Lays Bare, Under A Light Which Shakes Off Torpor, The Surprising Things Which Surround Us And Which Our Senses Record Mechanically.

Lying Is The Only Art Form That The Public Sanctions And Instinctively Prefers To Reality.

Be A Constant Outrage To Modesty There Is Nothing To Fear: Modesty Is Exercised Only Among The Blind.

I Succeeded In Bewitching A Fair Number And In Being Intoxicated With My Mistakes.

Stupidity Is Always Astounding, No Matter How Often One Encounters It.