Critical lice are like body lice, which desert corpses to seek the living.
No one is truly dead until they are no longer loved.
Modesty was made for the ugly.
I am a man for whom the outside world exists.
Art is beauty, the perpetual invention of detail, the choice of words, the exquisite care of execution.
Those horses must have been Spanish jennets, born of mares mated with a zephyr; for they went as swiftly as the wind, and the moon, which had risen at our departure to give us light, rolled through the sky like a wheel detached from its carriage.