The melancholy science from which I make this offering to my friend relates to a region that from time immemorial was regarded as the true field of philosophy, but which, since the latter's conversion into method, has lapsed into intellectual neglect, sententious whimsy, and finally oblivion.
Hatred and love are both perceptions.
An exhibition is not just a presentation of works, but a choreography of experiences.
The greatest courage is to love in spite of everything.