What The Public Criticizes In You, Cultivate.

In Paris, Everybody Wants To Be An Actor; Nobody Is Content To Be A Spectator.

After The Writer's Death, Reading His Journal Is Like Receiving A Long Letter.

You Are Always Concentrated On The Inner Thing. The Moment One Becomes Aware Of The Crowd, Performs For The Crowd, It Is Spectacle.

I Have A Piece Of Great And Sad News To Tell You: I Am Dead.

Mirrors Should Reflect A Little Before Throwing Back Images.