There's No Such Thing As Love; Only

He Who Is Affected By An Insult Is Infected By It.

Film Will Only Became An Art When Its Materials Are As Inexpensive As Pencil And Paper.

What Is History After All? History Is Facts Which Become Lies In The End.

Beauty Makes One Lose One's Head. Poetry Is Born Of This Decapitation

Whatever The World Condemns You For, Make It Your Own. It Is Yourself.