Maybe Happiness Too Is A Metaphor Invented

My Life Which I Dream Will Be So Beautiful, So Poetic, So Vast, So Filled With Love Will Turn Out To Be Like Everybody Else's - Monotonous, Sensible, Stupid.

The Artist Must Be In His Work As God Is In Creation, Invisible And All-powerful; One Must Sense Him Everywhere But Never See Him.

For Some Men, The Stronger Their Desire, The More Difficult It Is For Them To Act.

It Is Always Sad To Leave A Place To Which One Knows One Will Never Return.

But An Infinity Of Passions Can Be Contained In A Minute, Like A Crowd In A Tiny Space.