The Bourgeois Are Other People.

The Void Yields Up Nothing. You Have To Be A Great Poet To Make It Ring.

As I Grow To Understand Life Less And Less, I Learn To Love It More And More.

There Is A Justice, But We Do Not Always See It. Discreet, Smiling, It Is There, At One Side, A Little Behind Injustice, Which Makes A Big Noise.

Writing Is The Only Profession Where No One Considers You Ridiculous If You Earn No Money.

How Describe The Delicate Thing That Happens When A Brilliant Insect Alights On A Flower? Words, With Their Weight, Fall Upon The Picture Like Birds Of Prey.