Lacking Many Of The Essential Implements, It

On An Instrument You Start From One Tone. In Painting You Start From Several.

Life Has No Meaning Unless One Lives It With A Will, At Least To The Limit Of One's Will. Virtue, Good, Evil Are Nothing But Words, Unless One Takes Them Apart In Order To Build Something With Them; They Do Not Win Their True Meaning Until One Knows How To Apply Them.

Sooner Or Later People Will Learn To Recognize Your Worth

Life Being What It Is, One Dreams Of Revenge.

Night Is Here. All Is At Rest. My Eyes Close In Order To See Without Actually Understanding The Dream That Flees Before Men Infinite Space; And I Experience The Languorous Sensation Produced By The Mournful Procession Of My Hopes.