The Cult Of Art Gives Pride; One

He Dreamed Of Funeral Love, But Dreams Crumble And The Tomb Abides

The Only Way To Avoid Being Unhappy Is To Close Yourself Up In Art And To Count For Nothing All The Rest.

A Rich Woman Seems To Have All Her Banknotes About Her, Guarding Her Virtue, Like A Cuirass, In The Lining Of Her Corset.

Love Is A Springtime Plant That Perfumes Everything With Its Hope, Even The Ruins To Which It Clings.

Years Passed; And He Endured The Idleness Of His Intelligence And The Inertia Of His Heart.