Barbarism recommences by the excess of civilization.
Photography is better than art. It is a solar phenomenon in which the artist collaborates with the sun.
Sad is his lot, who, once at least in his life, has not been a poet.
Exquisite beauty resides rather in the female form than face, where it is also more lasting.
Habit with it's iron sinews, clasps us and leads us day by day.
Treason, which begins by being cautious, ends by betraying itself.