My Only Two Weapons: Time And Silence.

Dynamic Ecstasy Is Absolute Romanticism , Absolute Heroism . And Here I Return To My Point. From My Point Of View, After The Catastrophe Which We Feel And Think Is Universal, A Catastrophe Resulting From An Excess Of Useless Dynamism Of Useless Progress, Of Useless Realism, Of Useless Technology, After This An Unattainable Democracy Is To Be Reached Through The Conception And Realization Of A New Romanticism.

Some Of My Affectionate Envious Friends Say, "you Write Too Much." Maybe, I Answer. But As Long As The Best Of Your Little Is Worse Than The Worst Of My Much, I Will Keep On Doing So.

I Am Not I. I Am This One Walking Beside Me Whom I Do Not See, Whom At Times I Manage To Visit, And Whom At Other Times I Forget; Who Remains Calm And Silent While I Talk, And Forgives, Gently, When I Hate, Who Walks Where I Am Not, Who Will Remain Standing When I Die.

A Fantasy Can Be Equivalent To A Paradise And If The Fantasy Passes, Better Yet, Because Eternal Paradise Would Be Very Boring.

Rodin Picks A Mushroom Delighted, And Shows It To Madame Rodin... "look," He Says Excitedly, "and That Takes But A Single Night! In One Night All These Are Made, All These Lamellas. That Is Good Work."