It Is The Artist's Business To Create

The More A Man Lives, The More A Man Creates, The More A Man Loves And Loses Those Whom He Loves, The More Does He Escape From Death. With Every New Blow That We Have To Bear, With Every New Work That We Round And Finish, We Escape From Ourselves, We Escape Into The Work We Have Created, The Soul We Have Loved, The Soul That Has Left Us.

One Makes Mistakes; That Is Life. But It Is Never A Mistake To Have Loved.

It Is Not Peace That I Seek, But Life.

One Day History Will Pass Judgment On Each Of The Nations At War; She Will Weigh Their Measure Of Errors, Lies, And Heinous Follies. Let Us Try To Make Ours Light Before Her!

You Are A Vain Fellow. You Want To Be A Hero. That Is Why You Do Such Silly Things. A Hero!... I Don't Quite Know What That Is: But, You See, I Imagine That A Hero Is A Man Who Does What He Can. The Others Do Not Do It.