The Scholar Seeks Truth, The Artist Finds.

One Is Always Wrong To Open A Conversation With The Devil, For, However He Goes About It, He Always Insists Upon Having The Last Word.

Please Do Not Understand Me Too Quickly.

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

A Work Of Art Is An Exaggeration.

Old Hands Soil, It Seems, Whatever They Caress, But They Too Have Their Beauty When They Are Joined In Prayer. Young Hands Were Made For Caresses And The Sheathing Of Love. It Is A Pity To Make Them Join Too Soon.