You Are My Peace, My Solace, My

Its As If You Think You'd Never Find Reason And The Sacred Intertwined

I Feed On Good Soup, Not Beautiful Language.

There Is No Fate More Distressing For An Artist Than To Have To Show Himself Off Before Fools, To See His Work Exposed To The Criticism Of The Vulgar And Ignorant.

It Infuriates Me To Be Wrong When I Know I'm Right.

The Art Of Flatterers Is To Take Advantage Of The Foibles Of The Great, To Foster Their Errors, And Never To Give Advice Which May Annoy.