The Object Of The Artist Is The

The Pleasures Of Love Lasts But A Fleeting But The Pledges Of Life Outlusts A Lieftime.

The Demand That I Make Of My Reader Is That He Should Devote His Whole Life To Reading My Works.

Every Bond Is A Bond To Sorrow.

Whatever Else Is Unsure In This Stinking Dunghill Of A World A Mother's Love Is Not.

Frequent And Violent Temptations Were A Proof That The Citadel Of The Soul Had Not Fallen And That The Devil Raged To Make It Fall.