Strangeness Is A Necessary Ingredient In Beauty.

A Dandy Does Nothing.

Strangeness Is A Necessary Ingredient In Beauty.

Nature Is A Word, An Allegory, A Mold, An Embossing, If You Will.

The Solitary And Thoughtful Stroller Finds A Singular Intoxication In This Universal Communion. The Man Who Loves To Lose Himself In A Crowd Enjoys Feverish Delights That The Egoist Locked Up In Himself As In A Box, And The Slothful Man Like A Mollusk In His Shell, Will Be Eternally Deprived Of. He Adopts As His Own All The Occupations, All The Joys And All The Sorrows That Chance Offers.

I Am A Cemetery By The Moon Unblessed.