The woman who loves always smells good.
And there is neither beginning nor end, nor past nor future; there is only a present, at the same time static and ephemeral, multiple and absolute. It is the vital ocean in which we all share, according to our strength, our needs or our desires.
Autumn is as joyful and sweet as an untimely end.
Art includes everything that stimulates the desire to live
The pleasure of being a scoundrel can be adequately savored in silence.
Art is the accomplice of love.