The Object Of Art Is To Give

Love Is, Above All, The Gift Of Oneself.

Inspiration? - A Hoax Fabricated By Poets For Their Self-importance.

Chacun De Nous A Un Jour, Plus Ou Moins Triste, Plus Ou Moins Lointain, O U' Il Doit Enfin Accepter D'e" Tre Un Homme. There Will Come A Day For Each Of Us, More Or Less Sad, More Or Less Distant, Whenwe Must Accept The Condition Of Being Human.

Beauty, Real Beauty, Is Something Very Grave. If There Is A God, He Must Be Partly That.

A Genius Knows How To Make Himself Easily Understood Without Being Obvious About It.