At The Heart Of All Beauty Lies

Intelligence In Chains Loses In Lucidity What It Gains In Intensity.

There Exists An Obvious Fact That Seems Utterly Moral: Namely, That A Man Is Always Prey To His Truths. Once He Has Admitted Them, He Cannot Free Himself From Them. One Has To Pay Something. A Man Who Has Become Conscious Of The Absurd Is Forever Bound To It.

The Byronic Hero, Incapable Of Love, Or Capable Only Of An Impossible Love, Suffers Endlessly. He Is Solitary, Languid, His Condition Exhausts Him. If He Wants To Feel Alive, It Must Be In The Terrible Exaltation Of A Brief And Destructive Action.

A Guilty Conscience Needs To Confess. A Work Of Art Is A Confession.

...the Play Of The Toughest And Most Lucid Mind Are At The Same Time Both Lavished Andsquandered.