I Am Dying. I Haven't Drunk Champagne

My Mistress Has Come Home; At Last I've Seen Her. Now I'm Ready To Die.

It Doesn't Matter That Your Painting Is Small. Kopecks Are Also Small, But When A Lot Are Put Together They Make A Ruble. Each Painting Displayed In A Gallery And Each Good Book That Makes It Into A Library, No Matter How Small They May Be, Serve A Great Cause: Accretion Of The National Wealth.

To Make A Face From Marble Means To Remove From The Slab Everything That Is Not The Face

If I Had Listened To The Critics I'd Have Died Drunk In The Gutter

When You Live On Cash, You Understand The Limits Of The World Around Which You Navigate Each Day. Credit Leads Into A Desert With Invisible Boundaries.