Debauchery Is Perhaps An Act Of Despair

The Past Is Of No Importance. The Present Is Of No Importance. It Is With The Future That We Have To Deal. For The Past Is What Man Should Not Have Been. The Present Is What Man Ought Not To Be. The Future Is What Artists Are. The Facts: Nothing Matters But The Facts: Worship Of The Facts Leads To Everything, To Happiness First Of All And Then To Wealth.

History Is A Novel That Has Been Lived, A Novel Is History That Could Have Been.

Today I Begin To Understand What Love Must Be, If It Exists... When We Are Parted, We Each Feel The Lack Of The Other Half Of Ourselves. We Are Incomplete Like A Book In Two Volumes Of Which The First Has Been Lost. That Is What I Imagine Love To Be: Incompleteness In Absence.

Surely Nothing Has To Listen To So Many Stupid Remarks As A Painting In A Museum.

She Is Unable To Dream, Think Or Love. In A Woman, Poetry Never Comes Naturally, But Always As The Result Of Education. Only The Woman Of The World Is A Woman; The Rest Are Simply Females.