Unable To Suppress Love, The

Nothing Is As Tedious As The Limping Days, When Snowdrifts Yearly Cover All The Ways, And Ennui, Sour Fruit Of Incurious Gloom, Assumes Control Of Fate’s Immortal Loom

God Is The Only Being Who, In Order To Reign, Doesn't Even Need To Exist.

Color... Thinks By Itself, Independently Of The Object It Clothes.

Beauty Is The Sole Ambition, The Exclusive Goal Of Taste.

Life Is A Hospital In Which Every Patient Is Possessed By A Desire To Change His Bed.