I Have Dreamed Much And Have Done

The Art Of Writing Is The Art Of Discovering What You Believe.

But The Most Wretched Thing, Is It Not-is To Drag Out, As I Do, A Useless Existence. If Our Pains Were Only Of Some Use To Someone, We Should Find Consolation In The Thought Of The Sacrifice.

Of All Lies, Art Is The Least Untrue.

A Superhuman Will Is Needed In Order To Write, And I Am Only A Man.

Stupidity Consists In Wanting To Reach Conclusions. We Are A Thread, And We Want To Know The Whole Cloth.