La Beauté c'est la Mort.

“How oddly situated a man is apt to find himself at age thirty-eight! His youth …”

“J'éprouvais le besoin de commencer à vivre. Commencer à vivre ma vraie vie ? Mê…”

“Do I, then, belong to the heavens?Why, if not so, should the heavensFix me thus…”

“For me, beauty is always retreating from one’s grasp: the only thing I consider…”