The photographic industry was the refuge of all the painters who couldn't make it, either because they had no talent or because they were too lazy to finish their studies. Hence this universal infatuation was not only characterized by blindness and stupidity, but also by vindictiveness.

...and the lamp having at last resigned itself to death. There was nothing now but firelight in the room, And every time a flame uttered a gasp for breath It flushed her amber skin with the blood of its bloom.

Any man who does not accept the conditions of life sells his soul.

Love is the natural occupation of the man of leisure.

And over your unconsecrated head you'll hear the howling wolves lament their fate and yours the livelong year.

The taste for pleasure attaches us to the present. The concern with our salvation leaves us hanging on the future.

The photographic industry was the refuge of all the painters who couldn't make it, either because they had no talent or because they were too lazy to finish their studies. Hence this universal infatuation was not only characterized by blindness and stupidity, but also by vindictiveness.