All Spiritual Journeys Are Martyrdoms

The Greatest Masterpiece In Literature Is Only A Dictionary Out Of Order.

Lying Is The Only Art Form That The Public Sanctions And Instinctively Prefers To Reality.

What Uniform Can I Wear To Hide My Heavy Heart? It Is Too Heavy. It Will Always Show.

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

Alas! I Do Not Believe That Inspiration Falls From Heaven. Think It Rather The Result Of A Profound Indolence.