What Lies Lurk In Kisses.

No Talent, But Yet A Character. [ger., Kein Talent, Doch Ein Charakter.]

Oh, What Lies There Are In Kisses.

The Swan, Like The Soul Of The Poet, By The Dull World Is Ill Understood.

There, Where One Burns Books... One, In The End, Burns Men.

Photography Is A Witness Against The Mistaken Opinion That Art Is An Imitation Of Nature.