Reality Is A Prison, Where

Misfortunes Cannot Suffice To Make A Fool Into An Intelligent Man.

We Want Realism's Wealth Of Experience And Symbolism's Depth Of Feeling. All Art Is A Problem Of Balance Between Two Opposites.

We Care So Little Of Other People Than Even Christianity Urges Us To Do Good For The Love Of God.

What We Desire Is Not To Possess A Woman, But To Be The Only One To Possess Her.

Certainly, To Have A Woman Who Waits At Home For You, Who Will Sleep With You, Gives A Warm Feeling Like Having Something You Must Say; It Makes You Glow, Keeps You Company, Helps You To Live.