Princes Enjoy Themselves Like Children

A Poet Is A Man Who Puts Up A Ladder To A Star And Climbs It While Playing A Violin.

The Past Is Of No Importance. The Present Is Of No Importance. It Is With The Future That We Have To Deal. For The Past Is What Man Should Not Have Been. The Present Is What Man Ought Not To Be. The Future Is What Artists Are. The Facts: Nothing Matters But The Facts: Worship Of The Facts Leads To Everything, To Happiness First Of All And Then To Wealth.

Historians Tell The Story Of The Past, Novelists The Story Of The Present.

A Painting In A Museum Hears More Ridiculous Opinions Than Anything Else In The World.

She Is Unable To Dream, Think Or Love. In A Woman, Poetry Never Comes Naturally, But Always As The Result Of Education. Only The Woman Of The World Is A Woman; The Rest Are Simply Females.