Art Produces Ugly Things Which Frequently Become

A True Poet Does Not Bother To Be Poetical. Nor Does A Nursery Gardener Scent His Roses.

We Only Serve As A Model For The Portrait Of Our Fame.

Everything One Does In Life, Even Love, Occurs In An Express Train Racing Toward Death. To Smoke Opium Is To Get Out Of The Train While It Is Still Moving. It Is To Concern Oneself With Something Other Than Life Or Death.

The Ability To Laugh Heartily Is The Sign Of A Healthy Soul.

Beauty Cannot Be Recognized With A Cursory Glance.