The City is not a concrete jungle, but a human zoo.

The City is itself a threatening natural disaster.

The City is a place where time becomes visible and mind takes form.

City is the only desert still available to us.

Conversation is best with lulls — Repose is as necessary in conversation as in a picture.

The Conversation is that which makes for friends rather than vice versa.

Conversation is our account of ourselves. All we have, all we can, all we know is brought into play, and as the reproduction, in finer form, of all our havings.

Conversation is feminine, circular and radiant of the underlying unity.

The Face is the most entertaining surface on earth.

The Face is a book where men may read strange matters.

The Face is an exercise in fractal curves.

The Face is the soul of the body.

The Flower is the beautiful hieroglyphic of nature.

The Flower is a word which even a baby can understand.

The Flower is but earth vivified.

The Flower 1s 2erfume is its feelings.