A Throw Of The Dice Will Never

Paint, Not The Thing But The Effect Which It Produces.

The Reproach That Superficial People Formulate Against Manet, That Whereas Once He Painted Ugliness, Now He Paints Vulgarity, Falls Harmlessly To The Ground, When We Recognize The Fact That He Paints The Truth.

Dreams Have As Much Influences As Actions.

A Soul Trembling To Sit By A Hearth So Bright, To Exist Again, It’s Enough If I Borrow From Your Lips The Breath Of My Name You Murmur All Night.

Everything That Is Sacred And That Wishes To Remain So Must Envelop Itself In Mystery.