So Long As We Live Among Men,

An Artist Cannot Get Along Without A Public; And When The Public Is Absent, What Does He Do? He Invents It, And Turning His Back On His Age, He Looks Toward The Future For What The Present Denies.

With Each Book You Write You Should Lose The Admirers You Gained With The Previous One.

Woe To These People Who Have No Appetite For The Very Dish That Their Age Serves Up.

Envying Another Man's Happiness Is Madness; You Wouldn't Know What To Do With It If You Had It.

I Have No Use For Knowledge That Has Not Been Preceded By A Sensation