No Victor Believes In Chance.

Women Are Quite Able To Make Friends With A Man; But To Preserve Such A Friendship - That No Doubt Requires The Assistance Of A Slight Physical Antipathy

No One Can Construct For You The Bridge Upon Which Precisely You Must Cross The Stream Of Life, No One But You Yourself Alone.

The Great Works Are Produced In Such An Ecstasy Of Love That They Must Always Be Unworthy Of It, However Great Their Worth Otherwise.

But Let Me Open Up My Heart To You Completely, My Friends: If There Were Gods, How Could I Bear Not Being A God! Hence, There Areno Gods. I Drew This Conclusion, To Be Sure--but Now It Draws Me.

No Artist Tolerates Reality.