Tact In Audacity Is Knowing How Far

I Only Fear The Death Of Others. For Me, True Death Is That Of The People I Love

Without Opium, Plans, Marriages And Journeys Appear To Me Just As Foolish As If Someone Falling Out Of A Window Were To Hope To Make Friends With The Occupants Of The Room Before Which He Passes.

After You Have Written A Thing And You Reread It, There Is Always The Temptation To Fix It Up, To Improve It, To Remove Its Poison, Blunt Its Sting.

We Only Serve As A Model For The Portrait Of Our Fame.

Perhaps I Know To What Extent I Can Go Too Far.