Even when she walks one would believe that she dances.

Through the Unknown, we'll find the New

Modernity is the transitory, the fugitive, the contingent, which make up one half of art, the other being the eternal and the immutable. This transitory fugitive element, which is constantly changing, must not be despised or neglected.

In literature as in ethics, there is danger, as well as glory, in being subtle. Aristocracy isolates us.

Modernity is the transient, the fleeting, the contingent; it is one half of art, the other being the eternal and the immovable.

In my mind it strolls, as well as in my apartment. A cat, strong, sweet and delightful.

It would perhaps be nice to be alternately the victim and the executioner.