Art Does Not Tolerate Reason.

The Look Of Success, When It Is Worn A Certain Way, Would Infuriate A Jackass.

We Continue To Shape Our Personality All Our Life. If We Knew Ourselves Perfectly, We Should Die.

To Create Is Likewise To Give A Shape To One's Fate

He Had Been Bored, That's All, Bored Like Most People. Hence He Had Made Himself Out Of Whole Cloth A Life Full Of Complications And Drama. Something Must Happen - And That Explains Most Human Commitments. Something Must Happen, Even Loveless Slavery, Even War Or Death. Hurray Then For Funerals!

Have Pity, Lord, On Those Who Love And Are Separated.