He Had The Vanity To Believe Men

Reveal Art; Conceal The Artist.

Sentences Must Stir In A Book Like Leaves In A Forest, Each Distinct From Each Despite Their Resemblance.

Everything Depends On The Value We Give To Things. We Are The Ones Who Make Morality And Virtue. The Cannibal Who Eats His Neighbor Is As Innocent As The Child Who Sucks His Barley-sugar.

What Is The Beautiful, If Not The Impossible.

Writing Is A Dog's Life, But The Only Life Worth Living.