If A Man's Wit Be Wandering, Let

Why Should I Be Angry With A Man For Loving Himself Better Than Me?

A Bad Man Is Worse When He Pretends To Be A Saint.

The Worst Solitude Is To Have No Real Friendships.

We Rise To Great Heights By A Winding Staircase Of Small Steps.

I Feel Ever So Strongly That An Artist Must Be Nourished By His Passions And His Despairs. These Things Alter An Artist Whether For The Good Or The Better Or The Worse. It Must Alter Him. The Feelings Of Desperation And Unhappiness Are More Useful To An Artist Than The Feeling Of Contentment, Because Desperation And Unhappiness Stretch Your Whole Sensibility.