To study in Paris is to be born in Paris!
Love is a portion of the soul itself, and it is of the same nature as the celestial breathing of the atmosphere of paradise.
Art moves. Hence its civilizing power.
Symmetry is tedious, and tedium is the very basis of mourning. Despair yawns.
A garden to walk in and immensity to dream in--what more could he ask? A few flowers at his feet and above him the stars.
The true artist can only labor con amore.