Art Is Nothing Without Form.

What Is Glory? It Is To Have A Lot Of Nonsense Talked About You.

The One Way Of Tolerating Existence Is To Lose Oneself In Literature As In A Perpetual Orgy.

After The Pain Of This Disappointment Her Heart Once More Stood Empty, And The Succession Of Identical Days Began Again.

There Is Not A Particle Of Life Which Does Not Bear Poetry Within It

The Art Of Writing Is The Art Of Discovering What You Believe.