I Detest My Fellow-beings And Do Not

Poetry Is A Subject As Precise As Geometry.

Everything Which One Invents Is True, Be Sure Of It.

A Friend Who Dies, It's Something Of You Who Dies.

Casting Aspersions On Those We Love Always Does Something To Loosen Our Ties. We Shouldn't Maltreat Our Idols: The Gilt Comes Off On Our Hands.

Art Requires Neither Complaisance Nor Politeness; Nothing But Faith, Faith And Freedom.