Everything Is There: The Love Of Art.

I Have The Handicap Of Being Born With A Special Language To Which I Alone Have The Key.

Talent Is Long Patience.

Through Small Apertures We Glimpse Abysses Whose Sombre Depths Turn Us Faint. And Yet Over The Whole There Hovers An Extraordinary Tenderness.

Madame Bovary Is Myself.

For Him The Universe Did Not Extend Beyond The Circumference Of Her Petticoat.