When it meows, one scarcely hears it... It has not the need of words to speak the lengthiest phraseologies.

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

Discover day to day excitement.

Here comes the time when, vibrating on its stem, every flower fumes like a censer; noises and perfumes circle in the evening air.

The life of our city is rich in poetic and marvelous subjects. We are enveloped and steeped as though in an atmosphere of the marvelous; but we do not notice it.

The world only goes round by misunderstanding.

Genius is childhood recalled at will.