...the Habit Of Despair Is Worse Than

For Ever, I Shall Be A Stranger To Myself.

That's The Way Man Is, Cher Monsieur. He Has Two Faces: He Can't Love Without Self-love.

We Have Art In Order Not To Die Of Life.

“to Think The Way You Do,” He Said Smiling, “you Have To Be A Man Who Lives Either On A Tremendous Despair, Or On A Tremendous Hope.” “on Both, Perhaps.”

You Cannot Create Experience. You Must Undergo It.