In Paris, Everybody Wants To

I Feel Myself Inhabited By A Force Or Being -- Very Little Known To Me. It Gives The Orders; I Follow.

Expect Neither Reward Nor Beatitude. Return Noble Waves For Ignoble.

Do As The Beautiful Woman: See To Your Figure And Your Petticoats. Though, Of Course, I Am Not Speaking Literally.

The Public Is Never Pleased With What We Do, Wanting Always A Copy Of What We Have Done.

Poetry Is A Religion Without Hope, But Its Martyrs Guarantee The Eternal Truth Of Its Dogma.