Dancing Is Poetry With Arms And Legs.

I Love The Clouds... The Clouds That Pass By... Over There... Over There... Those Lovely Clouds!

But A Dandy Can Never Be A Vulgar Man

Good Sense Tells Us That Earthly Things Are Rare And Fleeting, And That True Reality Exists Only In Dreams. To Draw Sustenance From Happiness- Natural Or Artificial - You Must First Have The Courage To Swallow It; And Those Who Perhaps Most Merit Happiness Are Precisely Those On Whom Felicity, As Mortals Conceive It, Always Acts As A Vomitive.

The Pleasure We Derive From The Representation Of The Present Is Due, Not Only To The Beauty It Can Be Clothed In, But Also To Its Essential Quality Of Being The Present.

Who Would Dare Assign To Art The Sterile Function Of Imitating Nature?