True Artists Scorn Nothing.

For There Is Merely Bad Luck In Not Being Loved; There Is Misfortune In Not Loving.

...any Authentic Creation Is A Gift To The Future.

Men Are Never Convinced Of Your Reasons, Of Your Sincerity, Of The Seriousness Of Your Sufferings, Except By Your Death. So Long As You Are Alive, Your Case Is Doubtful; You Have A Right Only To Their Skepticism.

We All Have A Weakness For Beauty.

A Craving For Freedom And Independence Is Generated Only In A Man Still Living On Hope.