Exuberance Is Better Than Taste.

When You Reduce A Woman To Writing, She Makes You Think Of A Thousand Other Women

There Are Some Men Whose Only Mission Among Others Is To Act As Intermediaries; One Crosses Them Like Bridges And Keeps Going.

A Man, At Least, Is Free; He Can Explore Every Passion, Every Land, Overcome Obstacles, Taste The Most Distant Pleasures. But A Woman Is Continually Thwarted. Inert And Pliant At The Same Time, She Must Struggle Against Both The Softness Of Her Flesh And Subjection To The Law. Her Will, Like The Veil Tied To Her Hat By A String, Flutters With Every Breeze; There Is Always Some Desire Luring Her On, Some Convention Holding Her Back.

Art Requires Neither Complaisance Nor Politeness; Nothing But Faith, Faith And Freedom.

There Are Three Thing In The World I Love Most: The Sea, Hamlet, And Don Giovanni.