Everything Is Music For The Born Musician.

To A Man Whose Mind Is Free There Is Something Even More Intolerable In The Sufferings Of Animals Than In The Sufferings Of Man. For With The Latter It Is At Least Admitted That Suffering Is Evil And That The Man Who Causes It Is A Criminal. But Thousands Of Animals Are Uselessly Butchered Every Day Without A Shadow Of Remorse. If Any Man Were To Refer To It, He Would Be Thought Ridiculous. And That Is The Unpardonable Crime.

The Artist Is The Compass Which, Through The Raging Of The Storm, Points Steadily To The North.

You Are A Vain Fellow. You Want To Be A Hero. That Is Why You Do Such Silly Things. A Hero!... I Don't Quite Know What That Is: But, You See, I Imagine That A Hero Is A Man Who Does What He Can. The Others Do Not Do It.

It Is Not Peace That I Seek, But Life.

All These Young Millionaires Were Anarchists, Of Course: When A Man Possesses Everything It Is The Supreme Luxury For Him To Deny Society: For In That Way He Can Evade His Responsibilities