A house without books is a poor house, even if beautiful rugs are covering its floors and precious wallpapers and pictures cover its walls

Art is the contemplation of the world in a state of grace.

It is remarkable, all that men can swallow. For a good ten minutes I read a newspaper. I allowed the spirit of an irresponsible man who chews and munches another's words in his mouth, and gives them out again undigested, to enter into me through my eyes.

So you can't dance? Not at all? Not even one step? How can you say that you've taken any trouble to live when you won't even dance?

In the beginning was the myth.

I am a star in the firmament that observe the world, despises the world and consumed in its heat. I am the sea by night in a storm the sea shouting that accumulates new sins and to the ancient makes recompense. I am exiled from your world of pride polite, by pride defrauded, I am the king without crown. I am the passion without words without stones of the hearth, without weapons in the war, is my same force that make me sick

I have always been a great dreamer; in dreams I am more active than in my real life, and these shadows sapped me of health and energy.