We Usually Lose Today, Because There Has

A Great Artist... Must Be Shaken By The Naked Truths That Will Not Be Comforted. This Divine Discontent, This Disequilibrium, This State Of Inner Tension Is The Source Of Artistic Energy.

Life Is Too Short To Drink Bad Wine.

There Is No Remedy But Love For The Great Superiority Of Others

Wild Dreams Torment Me As I Lie. And Though A God Lives In My Heart, Though All My Power Waken At His Word, Though He Can Move My Every Inmost Part - Yet Nothing In The Outer World Is Stirred. Thus By Existence Tortured And Oppressed I Crave For Death, I Long For Rest.

When Two Men Quarrel, Who Owns The Cooler Head Is The More To Blame.