Love, You Are Eternal Like Springtime.

I Do Not Cut My Life Up Into Days But My Days Into Lives, Each Day, Each Hour, An Entire Life.

Rodin Picks A Mushroom Delighted, And Shows It To Madame Rodin... "look," He Says Excitedly, "and That Takes But A Single Night! In One Night All These Are Made, All These Lamellas. That Is Good Work."

The Urban Man Is An Uprooted Tree, He Can Put Out Leaves, Flowers And Grow Fruit But What A Nostalgia His Leaf, Flower, And Fruit Will Always Have For Mother Earth!

Dynamic Ecstasy Is Absolute Romanticism , Absolute Heroism . And Here I Return To My Point. From My Point Of View, After The Catastrophe Which We Feel And Think Is Universal, A Catastrophe Resulting From An Excess Of Useless Dynamism Of Useless Progress, Of Useless Realism, Of Useless Technology, After This An Unattainable Democracy Is To Be Reached Through The Conception And Realization Of A New Romanticism.

I Am Not I. I Am This One Walking Beside Me Whom I Do Not See, Whom At Times I Manage To Visit, And Whom At Other Times I Forget; Who Remains Calm And Silent While I Talk, And Forgives, Gently, When I Hate, Who Walks Where I Am Not, Who Will Remain Standing When I Die.