Years Passed; And He Endured The Idleness

On Certain Occasions Art Can Shake Very Ordinary Spirits, And Whole Worlds Can Be Revealed By Its Clumsiest Interpreters.

You Don’t Make Art Out Of Good Intentions.

Do Not Read, As Children Do, To Amuse Yourself, Or Like The Ambitious, For The Purpose Of Instruction. No, Read In Order To Live.

May I Die Like A Dog Rather Than Hasten The Ripening Of A Sentence By A Single Second!

She Was The Amoureuse Of All The Novels, The Heroine Of All The Plays, The Vague “she” Of All The Poetry Books.