Some memories never fade, only get lost in the well of time.

Mademoiselle, you are a woman not finished — nor even as you are, like the river is never the same, but never ends, you too are always becoming.

There is no shame in desire, only in denying it.

I need a soul to carry me, mines exhausted

Art is not for commodity. It is for passion.

beauty of any kind is in the eye of the beloved and the back of the squeezed.

One for sorrow, two for mirth, three for a funeral, four for birth.”

Man cannot live on bread alone; sometimes, he needs a malt.

Happiness isn't happiness.

Alms for the poor, alms for the poet.