Art Is Unthinkable Without Risk And Spiritual

The Writer Is The Faust Of Modern Society, The Only Surviving Individualist In A Mass Age. To His Orthodox Contemporaries He Seems A Semi-madman.

Most People Experience Love, Without Noticing That There Is Anything Remarkable About It.

Yet The Order Of The Acts Is Planned And The End Of The Way Inescapable. I Am Alone; All Drowns In The Pharisees' Hypocrisy.

Good-bye... Why Am I Hemorrhaging ?

To Be A Woman Is A Great Adventure; To Drive Men Mad Is A Heroic Thing.