Cultivate Everything The Critics Hated In Your

Emotion Resulting From A Work Of Art Is Only Of Value When It Is Not Obtained By Sentimental Blackmail.

I Am Burning Myself Up And Will Always Do So.

The Extreme Limit Of Wisdom, That's What The Public Calls Madness.

The Artist Is A Kind Of Prison From Which The Works Of Art Escape.

There's No Such Thing As Love; Only Proof Of Love.