Art Does Not Tolerate Reason.

I Was Assailed By Memories Of A Life That Wasn't Mine Anymore, But One In Which I'd Found The Simplest And Most Lasting Joys.

The World I Live In Is Loathsome To Me, But I Feel One With The Men Who Suffer In It

Whoever Gives Nothing, Has Nothing. The Greatest Misfortune Is Not To Be Unloved, But Not To Love.

Mother Died Today. Or Maybe Yesterday; I Can't Be Sure.

Your Successes And Happiness Are Forgiven You Only If You Generously Consent To Share Them.