Everything Is There: The Love Of Art.

You Don’t Make Art Out Of Good Intentions.

One Can Be The Master Of What One Does, But Never Of What One Feels.

Melancholy Is A Sensual Pleasure That Is Deliberately Provoked. How Many People Shut Themselves Away To Make Themselves Sadder, Or To Weep Beside A Stream, Or Choose A Sentimental Book! We Are Constantly Building And Unbuilding Ourselves.

I Am A Man-pen. I Feel Through The Pen, Because Of The Pen.

There Are Some Men Whose Only Mission Among Others Is To Act As Intermediaries; One Crosses Them Like Bridges And Keeps Going.