Today I had a strange warning. I felt the wind of insanity brush my mind.
Genius is childhood recalled at will.
It would perhaps be nice to be alternately the victim and the executioner.
If photography is allowed to supplement art in some of its functions, it will soon have supplanted or corrupted it altogether, thanks to the stupidity of the multitude which is its natural ally.
A man who drinks only water has a secret to hide from his fellow men.
I set out to discover the why of it, and to transform my pleasure into knowledge.