My Salome is a mystic the sister of Salammbô a Saint Thérèse who worships the moon.
The proper school to learn art is not life but art
The simplicity of your character makes you exquisitely incomprehensible to me.
I threw the pearl of my soul into a cup of wine. I went down the primrose path to the sound of flutes. I lived on honeycomb.
I can't help detesting my relations. I suppose it comes from the fact that none of us can stand other people having the same faults as ourselves.
My wallpaper and I are fighting a duel to the death. One of us has got to go.