Beautiful Things Spoil Nothing.

We Should Not Touch Our Idols: Their Gilding Will Remain On Our Hands.

What Is Glory? It Is To Have A Lot Of Nonsense Talked About You.

One Day, I Shall Explode Like An Artillery Shell And All My Bits Will Be Found On The Writing Table.

Happiness Is A Monstrosity! Punished Are Those Who Seek It.

Success As I See It Is A Result, Not A Goal.