Perfumes, colours and sounds echo one another.
Sexuality is the lyricism of the masses.
Inspiration comes of working every day.
A book is a garden, an orchard, a storehouse, a party, a company by the way, a counselor, a multitude of counselors.
When a singer puts his hand on his heart, it means usually, I will always love you!
I have to confess that I had gambled on my soul and lost it with heroic insouciance and lightness of touch. The soul is so impalpable, so often useless, and sometimes such a nuisance, that I felt no more emotion on losing it than if, on a stroll, I had mislaid my visiting card.