Drink Wine, Drink Poetry, Drink Virtue.

The World Progresses Only Through Misunderstanding.

Ne Cherchez Plus Mon Coeur; Les Be" Tes L'ont Mange . Don't Search Any Further For My Heart; Wild Beasts Ate It.

Modernity Is The Transitory, The Fugitive, The Contingent, Which Make Up One Half Of Art, The Other Being The Eternal And The Immutable. This Transitory Fugitive Element, Which Is Constantly Changing, Must Not Be Despised Or Neglected.

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

I Love The Clouds... The Clouds That Pass By... Over There... Over There... Those Lovely Clouds!