Whoever No Longer Finds Greatness In God

Men Have Hitherto Treated Women Like Birds Which Have Strayed Down To Them From The Heights; As Something More Delicate, More Fragile, More Savage, Stranger, Sweeter, Soulful--but As Something Which Has To Be Caged Up So That It Shall Not Fly Away.

You Have Your Way. I Have My Way. As For The Right Way, The Correct Way, And The Only Way, It Does Not Exist.

As An Artist One Has No Home In Europe Except In Paris.

One Must Separate From Anything That Forces One To Repeat No Again And Again.

The Final Reward Of The Dead - To Die No More