The Ox Suffers, The Cart Complains.

The Soul Does Not Give Itself Up To Despair Until It Has Exhausted All Illusions.

Woman, Nude, Is The Blue Sky. Clouds And Garments Are An Obstacle To Contemplation. Beauty And Infinity Would Be Gazed Upon Unveiled.

The Brutalities Of Progress Are Called Revolutions. When They Are Over We Realize This: That The Human Race Has Been Roughly Handled, But That It Has Advanced.

If I Speak, I Am Condemned. If I Stay Silent, I Am Damned!

The Sadness Which Reigned Everywhere Was But An Excuse For Unfailing Kindness.