...to Kill Animals For The Purpose Of

Ah! Let Us Love, My Love, For Time Is Heartless, Be Happy While You May!

Private Passions Tire And Exhaust Themselves, Public Ones Never.

Mystery Hovers Over All Things Here Below.

It Is Because Of The Servility Of Photography That I Am Fundamentally Contemptuous Of This Chance Invention Which Will Never Be An Art But Which Plagiarizes Nature By Means Of Optics. (1848)

There Is No Man More Complete Than The One Who Travelled A Lot, Who Changed The Shape Of His Thoughts And His Life Twenty Times.