No Artist Tolerates Reality.

As An Artist One Has No Home In Europe Except In Paris.

In Order To Acquire Intellect One Must Need It. One Loses It When It Is No Longer Necessary.

The Greatest Events-they Are Not Our Loudest But Our Stillest Hours.

Those With Very Loud Voices In Their Throats Are Nearly Incapable Of Thinking Subtle Thoughts.

And He Who Must Be A Creator In Good And Evil: Verily, He Must Be An Annihilator First And Demolish Values.