Wine Transforms Moles Into Eagles.

Color... Thinks By Itself, Independently Of The Object It Clothes.

Passion I Hate, And Spirit Does Me Wrong. Let Us Love Gently.

When A Singer Puts His Hand On His Heart, It Means Usually, I Will Always Love You!

What Is Exhilarating In Bad Taste Is The Aristocratic Pleasure Of Giving Offense.

I Have More Memories Than If I Were A Thousand Years Old.