The Whole Dream Of Democracy Is To

After The Pain Of This Disappointment Her Heart Once More Stood Empty, And The Succession Of Identical Days Began Again.

There Is Not A Particle Of Life Which Does Not Bear Poetry Within It

One Day, I Shall Explode Like An Artillery Shell And All My Bits Will Be Found On The Writing Table.

What Seems To Me The Highest And The Most Difficult Achievement Of Art Is Not To Make Us Laugh Or Cry, Or To Rouse Our Lust Or Our Anger, But To Do As Nature Does-that Is, Fill Us With Wonderment.

What Is Glory? It Is To Have A Lot Of Nonsense Talked About You.