Art Does Not Tolerate Reason.

But What Is Happiness Except The Simple Harmony Between A Man And The Life He Leads?

Life Is The Sum Of Your Choices.

My Chief Occupation, Despite Appearances, Has Always Been Love.

There Is Scarcely Any Passion Without Struggle.

All That Remains Is A Fate Whose Outcome Alone Is Fatal. Outside Of That Single Fatality Of Death, Everything, Joy Or Happiness, Is Liberty. A World Remains Of Which Man Is The Sole Master. What Bound Him Was The Illusion Of Another World.