And When Man Faces Destiny, Destiny Ends

A Political Leader Is Necessarily An Imposter Since He Believes In Solving Life's Problems Without Asking Its Question.

Every Young Man's Heart Is A Graveyard In Which Are Inscribed The Names Of A Thousand Dead Artists But Whose Only Actual Denizens Are A Few Mighty, Often Antagonistic, Ghosts.

The Truth About A Man Lies First And Foremost In What He Hides.

The Great Mystery Is Not That We Should Have Been Thrown Down Here At Random Between The Profusion Of Matter And That Of The Stars; It Is That From Our Very Prison We Should Draw, From Our Own Selves, Images Powerful Enough To Deny Our Own Nothingness.

The Artist Is Not The Transcriber Of The World, He Is Its Rival.