Nature... Is Nothing But The Inner Voice

Dandyism Is The Last Flicker Of Heroism In Decadent Ages.... Dandyism Is A Setting Sun; Like The Declining Star, It Is Magnificent, Without Heat And Full Of Melancholy. But Alas! The Rising Tide Of Democracy, Which Spreads Everywhere And Reduces Everything To The Same Level, Is Daily Carrying Away These Last Champions Of Human Pride, And Submerging, In The Waters Of Oblivion, The Last Traces Of These Remarkable Myrmidons.

Anybody, Providing He Knows How To Be Amusing, Has The Right To Talk About Himself.

Even When She Walks One Would Believe That She Dances.

Blessed Art Thou, Lord, Who Giveth Suffering As A Divine Remedy For Our Impurities.

When It Meows, One Scarcely Hears It... It Has Not The Need Of Words To Speak The Lengthiest Phraseologies.