The Need To Be Right Is The

There Are Causes Worth Dying For, But None Worth Killing For.

And Often He Who Has Chosen The Fate Of The Artist Because He Felt Himself To Be Different Soon Realizes That He Can Maintain Neither His Art Nor His Difference Unless He Admits That He Is Like The Others. The Artist Forges Himself To The Others, Midway Between The Beauty He Cannot Do Without And The Community He Cannot Tear Himself Away From.

Martyrs, My Friend, Have To Choose Between Being Forgotten, Mocked Or Used. As For Being Understood - Never.

There Is But One Truly Serious Philosophical Problem And That Is Suicide.

A Man Devoid Of Hope And Conscious Of Being So Has Ceased To Belong To The Future.