There Is Nothing Original; All Is Reflected

I Can No Longer Think Of Anything But You. In Spite Of Myself, My Imagination Carries Me To You. I Grasp You, I Kiss You, I Caress You, A Thousand Of The Most Amorous Caresses Take Possession Of Me.

Even Beauty Cannot Always Palliate Eccentricity.

Remorse Is Impotence, Impotence Which Sins Again. Repentance Alone Is Powerful; It Ends All.

You May Imitate, But Never Counterfeit.

Art's Greatest Efforts Are Invariably A Timid Counterfeit Of Nature.