The More You Say, The Less They

In Art As In Love, Instinct Is Enough.

Our Passions Are Ourselves.

I Thank Fate For Having Made Me Born Poor. Poverty Taught Me The True Value Of The Gifts Useful To Life.

All Changes, Even The Most Longed For, Have Their Melancholy; For What We Leave Behind Us Is A Part Of Ourselves; We Must Die To One Life Before We Can Enter Another.

The Duty Of Literature Is To Note What Counts, And To Light Up What Is Suited To The Light. If It Ceases To Choose And To Love, It Becomes Like A Woman Who Gives Herself Without Preference.