Foolishness Is A Twin Sister Of Wisdom.

I Didn't Go To The Lectures. My Valet, Who Was More Distinguished Than I, Went Instead.

Foolishness Is A Twin Sister Of Wisdom.

Great! I've Written Something Stupid, But I Haven't Signed A Contract With Anyone To Produce Solely Wise And Perfect Works. I Gave Vent To My Stupidity...and Here I Am, Reborn.

Any Artist Who Respects Himself Ought To Be, And In Every Sense Of The Term, An Emigre.

If He [the Artist] Were To Take Up The Pen It Would Be...to Better Express His Individuality And Explain It To Others; Or Else To Put His Internal Affairs In Order...to Deepen And Sharpen His Relationship With His Fellow Men Because Other Souls Exert An Immense And Creative Influence On Our Soul; Or To Try To Fight For A World As He Would Like It To Be, For A World That Is Indispensable To His Life.