What Is It That Brings

To Be A Great Man And A Saint To Oneself, That's The Only Important Thing.

A Frenzied Passion For Art Is A Canker That Devours Everything Else.

To Glorify The Cult Of Images (my Great, My Only, My Earliest Passion).

To Be Away From Home And Yet To Feel Oneself Everywhere At Home; To See The World, To Be At The Centre Of The World, And Yet To Remain Hidden From The World—impartial Natures Which The Tongue Can But Clumsily Define. The Spectator Is A Prince Who Everywhere Rejoices In His Incognito.

Within The Bottle's Depths, The Wine's Soul Sang One Night. Drink Wine, Drink Poetry, Drink Virtue.