In Love There Is No Status Quo.

The Past Is Such A Subtle Thing. [but] In The End, Nothing Else Exists, Everything Is Made Of The Past, Even The Future.

When You're In Love You Never Really Know Whether Your Elation Comes From The Qualities Of The One You Love, Or If It Attributes Them To Her; Whether The Light Which Surrounds Her Like A Halo Comes From You, From Her, Or From The Meeting Of Your Sparks.

It Is Time For Dead Languages To Keep Quiet.

Tea - That Perfume That One Drinks, That Connecting Hyphen.

If Only Art Were As Rare As Good Taste.