Beautiful Books Are Always Written

Pleasures Are Like Photographs: In The Presence Of The Person We Love, We Take Only Negatives, Which We Develop Later, At Home, When We Have At Our Disposal Once More Our Inner Dark Room, The Door Of Which It Is Strictly Forbidden To Open While Others Are Present.

On Devient Moral De' S Qu'on Est Malheureux. We Become Moral Once We Are Miserable.

A Doctor Who Doesn't Say Too Many Foolish Things Is A Patient Half-cured.

I Was Left Alone There In The Company Of The Orchids, Roses And Violets, Which, Like People Waiting Beside You Who Do Not Know You, Preserved A Silence Which Their Individuality As Living Things Made All The More Striking, And Warmed Themselves In The Heat Of A Glowing Coal Fire.

A Picture's Beauty Does Not Depend On The Things Portrayed In It.