Find First, Seek Later.

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

I Love Cats Because I Enjoy My Home; And Little By Little, They Become Its Visible Soul.

Whatever The Public Blames You For, Cultivate It; It Is Yourself.

Love Is Mainly An Affair Of Short Spasms. If These Spasms Disappoint Us, Love Dies. It Is Very Seldom That It Weathers The Experience And Becomes Friendship.

In Two Weeks, Despite These Notes, I Shall No Longer Believe In What I Am Experiencing Now. One Must Leave Behind A Trace Of This Journey Which Memory Forgets. One Must, When This Is Impossible, Write Or Draw Without Responding To The Romantic Solicitations Of Pain, Without Enjoying Suffering Like Music, Tieing A Pen To One's Foot If Need Be, Helping The Doctors Who Can Learn Nothing From Laziness.