You are adorable, mademoiselle. I study your feet with the microscope and your soul with the telescope.
That is the explanation of war, an outrage by humanity upon humanity in despite of humanity.
The repose of darkness is deeper on the water than on the land.
For prying into any human affairs, non are equal to those whom it does not concern.
Art needs no spur beyond itself.
The straight line, a respectable optical illusion which ruins many a man.