Jealousy is the fear of comparison.

When we travel, we are like a film at the moment of exposure; it is memory that will develop it.

There is no art without Eros.

Travelling, gentlemen, is medieval, today we have means of communication, not to speak of tomorrow and the day after, means of communication that bring the world into our homes, to travel from one place to another is atavistic.

It is only the consciousness of a nonexistence which allows us to realize for moments that we are living.

Jealousy is the fear of comparison.

Strictly speaking, every citizen above a certain level of income is guilty of some offense.