Everyone Loathes His Own Country And Countrymen

I Am Quite Alone. I Am Neither Happy Nor Unhappy; I Lie Suspended Like A Hair Or A Feather In The Cloudy Mixtures Of Memory.

Science Is The Poetry Of The Intellect And Poetry The Science Of The Heart's Affections.

All Artists Today Are Expected To Cultivate A Little Fashionable Unhappiness.

Truth Is A Woman. That Is Why It Is Enigmatic.

The Effective In Art Is What Rapes The Emotions Of Your Audience Without Nourishing Its Values.