Every Man Thinks God Is

Je Sais De Quelles Petitesses Meurent Les Plus Grandes Amours. I Know How Pettiness Ruins The Greatest Loves.

Until The Day Of His Death No Man Can Be Sure Of His Courage.

It Bothered Me That Whatever Was Waiting Wasn't Waiting For Me

Life Is Very Nice, But It Lacks Form. It's The Aim Of Art To Give It Some.

Don't Make The Mistake Of Believing It's Enough To Reproduce The Realities Of Life.... The Object Of Art Is To Give Life A Shape, And To Do It By Every Conceivable Artifice.