To Love The Truth Is To Refuse

It Is Often So: The Harder It Is To Hear, The More A Truth Is Worth Saying.

Art That Submits To Orthodoxy, To Even The Soundest Doctrines, But Lacks Imagination And Deep Self-expression Is Lost Leaving Only The Craftsmanship.

The Loveliest Creations Of Men Are Persistently Painful. What Would Be The Description Of Happiness? Nothing, Except What Prepares And Then What Destroys It.

How Much More Sensuality Invites To Art Than Does Sentimentality.

What Would There Be In A Story Of Happiness? Only What Prepares It, Only What Destroys It Can Be Told.