I can barely conceive a type of beauty in which there is no melancholy. - Charles Baudelaire

To be away from home and yet find oneself everywhere at home; to see the world, to be at the centre of the world, and yet remain hidden from the world.

Plonger au fond du gouffre, Enfer ou Ciel, qu'importe? / Au fond de l'Inconnu pour trouver du NOUVEAU! (rough translation : Into the abyss — Heaven or Hell, what difference does it make? / To the depths of the Unknown to find the NEW!)

I am but little disposed to put things in writing. One almost always regrets doing so.