Little flashes of sun on the surface of a cold, dark sea.
Nothingness haunts Being.
Photographs are not ideas. They give us ideas.
One should commit no stupidity twice, the variety of choice is, in the end, large enough.
Ideas come in pairs and they contradict one another; their opposition is the principal engine of reflection.
A kiss without a moustache, they said then, is like an egg without salt; I will add to it: and it is like Good without Evil.