He Reached For His Pocket, And Found

If A Writer Wrote Merely For His Time, I Would Have To Break My Pen And Throw It Away.

If You Look In The Eyes Of The Young, You See Flame. If You Look In The Eyes Of The Old, You See Light.

My Greatness Does Not Extend To This Shelf.

In The Opera We Call Love, The Libretto Is Almost Nothing.

Freedom In Art, Freedom In Society, This Is The Double Goal Towards Which All Consistent And Logical Minds Must Strive.