The cat makes himself the companion of your hours of solitude, melancholy and toil.
To love is to admire with the heart; to admire is to love with the mind.
Any man who does not have his inner world to translate is not an artist.
[Great artists] do not copy what they see, but what they desire.
I was born to travel and write verse.
Who can believe that there is no soul behind those luminous eyes!