The life of Henri Dickson.

“Women’s teeth are such charming objects…”
“… that one ought to see them only in a dream or in the instant of love.”
“So beautiful! Cybèle?”
“We are forever lost in the desert of eternal darkness”
“How beautiful she is”
“After all”
“If the flowers were in glass”
“Beautiful, beautiful like a flower of glass”
“Beautiful like a flower of flesh”
“One must beat the dead while they are cold.”
“The walls of the Santé”
“And if you find on this earth a woman of sincere love…”
“Beautiful like a flower of fire”
“The sun, one foot in the stirrup, nestles a nightingale in a veil of crepe.”
“You are not dreaming”
“How beautiful she was”
“How beautiful she is”