Because, To Despise Money, One

Writing Is A Fine Thing, Because It Combines The Two Pleasures Of Talking To Yourself And Talking To A Crowd.

In Fact A Man In Love Or One Consumed With Hatred Creates Symbols For Himself, As A Superstitious Man Does, From A Passion Of Conferring Uniqueness On Things Or Persons. A Man Who Knows Nothing Of Symbols Is One Of Dante's Sluggards. This Is Why Art Mirrors Itself In Primitive Rites Or Strong Passions, Seeking For Symbols, Revolving Round The Primitive Taste For Savagery, For What Is Irrational (blood And Sex).

Waiting Is Still An Occupation. It Is Having Nothing To Wait For That Is Terrible.

Misfortunes Cannot Suffice To Make A Fool Into An Intelligent Man.

Perfect Behaviour Is Born Of Complete Indifference.