When You Have Nothing To Say, Or

A Work Of Art Is An Exaggeration.

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

If Life Were Organized, There Would Be No Need For Art.

He Who Makes Great Demands Upon Himself Is Naturally Inclined To Make Great Demands On Others.

To Be Sure, Theory Is Useful. But Without Warmth Of Heart And Without Love It Bruises The Very Ones It Claims To Save.