A Man Who Drinks Only Water Has

I Think I Would Be Happy In That Place I Happen Not To Be, And This Question Of Moving House Is The Subject Of A Perpetual Dialogue I Have With My Soul.

If The Poet Has Pursued A Moral Objective, He Has Diminished His Poetic Force.

Modernity Is The Transient, The Fleeting, The Contingent; It Is One Half Of Art, The Other Being The Eternal And The Immovable.

A Sweetheart Is A Bottle Of Wine, A Wife Is A Wine Bottle.

Any Man Who Does Not Accept The Conditions Of Life Sells His Soul.