After the leaves have fallen, we return To a plain sense of things. It is as if We had come to an end of the imagination, Inanimate in an inert savoir.

How red the rose that is the soldier

The imagination is man's power over nature.

Thought is an infection. In the case of certain thoughts, it becomes an epidemic.

It is necessary to any originality to have the courage to be an amateur.

Life is not free from its forms.

Civilization must be destroyed. The hairy saints of the North have earned this crumb by their complaints.