Cats, so strong and gentle, the pride of the household.
Sexuality is the lyricism of the masses.
Progress, this great heresy of decay.
In my mind it strolls, as well as in my apartment. A cat, strong, sweet and delightful.
It is unfortunately very true that, without leisure and money, love can be no more than an orgy of the common man. Instead of being a sudden impulse full of ardor and reverie, it becomes a distastefully utilitarian affair.
It is at despair at not being able to be noble and beautiful by natural means that we have made up our faces so strangely.