He Would Give All Of His Clothes

The Clouds, - The Only Birds That Never Sleep.

There Are Souls Which, Crab-like, Crawl Continually Toward Darkness, Going Back In Life Rather Than Advancing In It, Using What Experience They Have To Increase Their Deformity, Growing Worse Without Ceasing, And Becoming Steeped More And More Thoroughly In An Intensifying Wickedness.

Conscience Is God Present In Man.

Music Expresses That Which Cannot Be Said And On Which It Is Impossible To Be Silent.

You Are Adorable, Mademoiselle. I Study Your Feet With The Microscope And Your Soul With The Telescope.