Everyone Became Brave From Excess Of Terror.

Exuberance Is Better Than Taste.

The Deplorable Mania Of Doubt Exhausts Me. I Doubt About Everything, Even My Doubts.

Madame Bovary Is Myself.

Mediocrity Cherishes Rules; As For Me, I Hate Them; I Feel For Them And For Every Restriction, Corporation, Caste, Hierarchy, Level, Herd, A Loathing Which Fills My Soul, And It Is In This Respect Perhaps That I Understand Martyrdom.

You Don’t Make Art Out Of Good Intentions.