High Art Alone Is Eternal And The

Fortune Loves To Give Bedroom Slippers To People With Wooden Legs, And Gloves To Those With No Hands.

What I Write Is Not For Little Girls.

Any Man Who Does Not Have His Inner World To Translate Is Not An Artist.

I Am One Of Those For Whom Superfluity Is A Necessity.

It Is Difficult To Obtain The Friendship Of A Cat.