The Personal Life Deeply Lived Always Expands

The Ivory Tower Of The Artist May Be The Only Stronghold Left For Human Values, Cultural Treasures, Man’s Cult Of Beauty.

All Unlived Emotions Turn To Inanity.

There Is An Ugliness In Being Paid For Work One Does Not Like.

Nature Forms Us For Ourselves, Not For Others; To Be, Not To Seem.

Women Always Think That When They Have My Shoes, My Dress, My Hairdresser, My Makeup, It Will All Work The Same Way. They Do Not Conceive Of The Witchcraft That Is Needed. They Do Not Know That I Am Not Beautiful But That I Only Appear To Be At Certain Moments.