Hatred Is A Heavy Burden. It Sinks

Of The Truly Creative No One Is Ever Master; It Must Be Left To Go Its Own Way.

In Art, The Best Is Good Enough.

Very Few People Love Others For What They Are; Rather, They Love What They Lend Them, Their Own Selves, Their Own Idea Of Them.

He Who Serves The Public Is A Poor Animal; He Worries Himself To Death And No One Thanks Him For It.

I Will Listen To Anyone's Convictions, But Pray Keep Your Doubts To Yourself.