Artists Are The Monks Of The Bourgeois

One Does Not Kill Oneself For Love Of A Woman, But Because Love - Any Love - Reveals Us In Our Nakedness, Our Misery, Our Vulnerability, Our Nothingness.

But All Years Are Stupid. It's Only When They're Over That They Become Interesting.

When A Woman Marries She Belongs To Another Man; And When She Belongs To Another Man There Is Nothing More You Can Say To Her.

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

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