One Never Perishes Through Anybody But Oneself.

If You Go To See The Woman, Do Not Forget The Whip.

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

One Is Necessary, One Is A Piece Of Fate, One Belongs To The Whole, One Is The Whole - There Exists Nothing Which Could Judge, Measure, Compare, Condemn Our Being, For That Would Be To Judge, Measure, Compare, Condemn The Whole...but Nothing Exists Apart From The Whole!

Man Is No Longer An Artist, He Has Become A Work Of Art.

Narrow Souls I Cannot Abide; There's Almost No Good Or Evil Inside