The Devil's Finest Trick Is

There Is A Word, In A Verb, Something Sacred Which Forbids Us From Using It Recklessly. To Handle A Language Cunningly Is To Practice A Kind Of Evocative Sorcery.

I Felt Passing Over Me The Wind Of The Wing Of Madness.

There Is No Such Thing As A Long Piece Of Work, Except One That You Dare Not Start.

I Am Bored In France Because Everyone Resembles Voltaire.

What Strange Phenomena We Find In A Great City, All We Need Do Is Stroll About With Our Eyes Open. Life Swarms With Innocent Monsters.