There Is Always A Certain Hour Of

The First Choice An Artist Makes Is Precisely To Be An Artist, And If He Chooses To Be An Artist It Is In Consideration Of What He Is Himself And Because Of A Certain Idea He Has Of Art

Madness Such As This, Its Like Trying To Stop A Fire With The Moisture From A Kiss

But What Are A Hundred Million Deaths? When One Has Served In A War, One Hardly Knows What A Dead Man Is, After A While. And Since A Dead Man Has No Substance Unless One Has Actually Seen Him Dead, A Hundred Million Corpses Broadcast Through History Are No More Than A Puff Of Smoke In The Imagination.

It Is Always Easy To Be Logical. It Is Almost Impossible To Be Logical To The Bitter End.

I Make Myself Strict Rules In Order To Correct My Nature. But It Is My Nature That I Finally Obey.