We Revel In The Laxness Of The

My Soul Travels On The Smell Of Perfume Like The Souls Of Other Men On Music.

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

I Have Cultivated My Hysteria With Pleasure And Terror.

An Oasis Of Horror In A Desert Of Boredom.

It Is Easy To Understand Why The Rabble Dislike Cats. A Cat Is Beautiful; It Suggests Ideas Of Luxury, Cleanliness, Voluptuous Pleasures.