That Which We Remember Of Our Conduct

The Heart Does Not Lie.

Our Vanity, Our Passions, Our Spirit Of Imitation, Our Abstract Intelligence, Our Habits Have Long Been At Work, And It Is The Task Of Art To Undo This Work Of Theirs, Making Us Travel Back In The Direction From Which We Have Come To The Depths Where What Has Really Existed Lies Unknown Within Us.

For One Cannot Change, That Is To Say Become Another Person, While Continuing To Acquiesce To The Feelings Of The Person One No Longer Is.

We Can Only Be Faithful To What We Remember, And We Remember Only What We Have Known.

So Long As I Know What's Boiling In My Pot I Don't Bother My Head About What's In Other People's.