Desiring always to be in mourning, he clothed himself with night.
There are no rules for felicity.
People do not read stupidities with impunity.
Woman, nude, is the blue sky. Clouds and garments are an obstacle to contemplation. Beauty and infinity would be gazed upon unveiled.
You would have imagined her at one moment a maniac, at another a queen.
Youth is the future smiling at a stranger, which is itself.