A Plagiarist Steals From One Person. A

Nothing Can Be Done Without Solitude. I've Created My Own Solitude Which Nobody Suspects

Beauty? To Me It Is A Word Without Sense Because I Do Not Know Where Its Meaning Comes From Nor Where It Leads To.

For Being A Bad Student I Was Banished To The 'calaboose' - A Bare Cell With Whitewashed Walls And A Bench To Sit On. I Liked It There, Because I Took Along A Sketch Pad And Drew Incessantly I Could Have Stayed There Forever Drawing Without Stopping

There Are Only Two Types Of Women - Goddesses And Doormats.

We Have A Definite But Unknown Quantity Of Experience At Our Disposal. As Soon As The Hourglass Is Turned, The Sand Will Begin To Run Out And Once It Starts, It Cannot Stop Until It's All Gone.