Old Age Was Naturally More

I Quit Paris Unwillingly, Because I Must Part From My Friends; And I Quit The Country Unwillingly, Because I Must Part From Myself.

Words Become Luminous When The Poet's Finger Has Passed Over Them Its Phosphorescence.

There Is In The Soul A Taste For The Good, Just As There Is In The Body An Appetite For Enjoyment.

Genius Is The Ability To See Things Invisible, To Manipulate Things Intangible, To Paint Things That Have No Features

Never Write Anything That Does Not Give You Great Pleasure. Emotion Is Easily Transferred From The Writer To The Reader.