In The End We Retain

A Great Artist... Must Be Shaken By The Naked Truths That Will Not Be Comforted. This Divine Discontent, This Disequilibrium, This State Of Inner Tension Is The Source Of Artistic Energy.

A Good Man, Through Obscurest Aspirations Has Still An Instinct Of The One True Way.

I Never Believed In Trying To Do Anything. Whatever I Set Out To Do I Found I Had Already Accomplished.

Whatever Necessity Lays Upon Thee, Endure; Whatever She Commands, Do.

So Dear Night The Half Of Life Is, And The Fairest Half Indeed.