All Higher Humor Begins With Ceasing To

But It's A Poor Fellow Who Can't Take His Pleasure Without Asking Other People's Permission.

All The Women Of This Fevered Night, All That I Had Danced With, All Whom I Had Kindled Or Who Have Kindled Me, All Whom I Had Courted, All Who Had Clung To Me With Longing, All Whom I Had Followed With Enraptured Eyes Were Melted Together And Had Become One, The One Whom I Held In My Arms.

If I Know What Love Is, It Is Because Of You.

That Life Is Difficult, I Have Often Bitterly Realized.

Painting Is Marvelous; It Makes You Happier And More Patient. Afterwards You Do Not Have Black Fingers As With Writing, But Blue And Red Ones.