Those Who Have Never Been Ill Are

The Work Of Art Is The Exaggeration Of An Idea.

Whither Should We Aim If Not Towards God?

The Young People Who Come To Me In The Hope Of Hearing Me Utter A Few Memorable Maxims Are Quite Disappointed. Aphorisms Are Not My Forte, I Say Nothing But Banalities.... I Listen To Them And They Go Away Delighted.

To Win Ones Joy Through Struggle Is Better Than To Yield To Melancholy.

It Would Be Wisest Not To Worry Too Much About The Sterile Periods. They Ventilate The Subject And Instill Into It The Reality Of Daily Life.