You Don’t Make Art Out Of Good

You Don’t Make Art Out Of Good Intentions.

A Man Is A Critic When He Cannot Be An Artist, In The Same Way That A Man Becomes An Informer When He Cannot Be A Soldier.

The Rage For Wanting To Conclude Is One Of The Most Deadly And Most Fruitless Manias To Befall Humanity. Each Religion And Each Philosophy Has Pretended To Have God To Itself, To Measure The Infinite, And To Know The Recipe For Happiness. What Arrogance And What Nonsense! I See, To The Contrary, That The Greatest Geniuses And The Greatest Works Have Never Concluded.

Isn’t ‘not To Be Bored’ One Of The Principal Goals Of Life?

Maybe Happiness Too Is A Metaphor Invented On A Day Of Boredom