We Can All Do Good Deeds, But

Reality Is A Prison, Where One Vegetates And Always Will. All The Rest - Thought, Action - Is Just A Pastime, Mental Or Physical. What Counts Then, Is To Come To Grips With Reality. The Rest Can Go.

It Had To Happen To You, To Concentrate Your Whole Life On One Point, And Then Discover That You Can Do Anything Except Live At That Point.

We Want Realism's Wealth Of Experience And Symbolism's Depth Of Feeling. All Art Is A Problem Of Balance Between Two Opposites.

When A Woman Marries She Belongs To Another Man; And When She Belongs To Another Man There Is Nothing More You Can Say To Her.

You Wait For Nothing If Not For The Word That Will Burst From The Deep Like A Fruit Among Branches.