One Day, I Shall Explode

You Need A High Degree Of Corruption Or A Very Big Heart To Love Absolutely Everything

If You Participate In Life, You Don’t See It Clearly: You Suffer From It Too Much Or Enjoy It Too Much. The Artist, To My Way Of Thinking, Is A Monstrosity, Something Outside Nature. All The Misfortunes Providence Inflicts On Him Come From His Stubborness In Denying That Maxim.

For Some Men, The Stronger Their Desire, The More Difficult It Is For Them To Act.

Of All Lies, Art Is The Least Untrue.

To Be Simple Is No Small Matter.