Love Makes Use Of The Worst Traps.

Creation Is Not A Light-hearted Game. The Creator Commits To A Terrible Adventure, Which Is To Take Up-on Himself All Of The Dangers That His Creatures Run.

What I Did Not Yet Know So Intensely Was The Hatred Of The White American For The Black, A Hatred So Deep That I Wonder If Every White Man In This Country, When He Plants A Tree, Doesn't See Negroes Hanging From Its Branches.

To Achieve Harmony In Bad Taste Is The Height Of Elegance.

Added To The Moral Solitude Of The Murderer Comes The Solitude Of The Artist, Which Can Acknowledge No Authority, Save That Of Another Artist.

The Fame Of Heroes Owes Little To The Extent Of Their Conquests And All To The Success Of The Tributes Paid To Them.