One Must Not Mistake Majority For Truth.

The Only Work Of Art Which Succeeds Is That Which Fails.

A Little Too Much Is Just Enough For Me.

Perhaps I Know To What Extent I Can Go Too Far.

We Are In A Period Of Such Individualism That One No Longer Speaks Of Disciples; One Speaks Of Thieves.

Beauty Makes One Lose One's Head. Poetry Is Born Of This Decapitation