The Only Work Of Art Which Succeeds

Expect Neither Reward Nor Beatitude. Return Noble Waves For Ignoble.

Perhaps I Know To What Extent I Can Go Too Far.

Without Opium, Plans, Marriages And Journeys Appear To Me Just As Foolish As If Someone Falling Out Of A Window Were To Hope To Make Friends With The Occupants Of The Room Before Which He Passes.

The Public Is Never Pleased With What We Do, Wanting Always A Copy Of What We Have Done.

French People Are Italian People In A Bad Mood.