It is this admirable and immortal instinct for beauty which causes us to regard the earth and its spectacles as a glimpse, a correspondence of the beyond.

The world only goes round by misunderstanding.

One can only forget about time by making use of it.

Genius is nothing more nor less than childhood recaptured at will.

To glorify the cult of images (my great, my only, my earliest passion).

Go then, a starveling girl With no perfume or pearls, Only your nudity O my beauty!

I set out to discover the why of it, and to transform my pleasure into knowledge.