Long Only For What You Have.

If Life Were Organized, There Would Be No Need For Art.

It Is Unthinkable For A Frenchman To Arrive At Middle Age Without Having Syphilis And The Cross Of The Legion Of Honor.

To Understand Is Nothing, But To Be Understood-that Is The Problem And The Source Of Anguish. The Soul Throbs And Would Have The Other Know-but Can Not And Feels Isolated. Then Come Gestures, Words, Awkward Explanations And Material Symbols For Imponderable Outbursts Of Feeling-and The Soul Despairs.

One Does Not Discover New Lands Without Consenting To Lose Sight Of The Shore For A Very Long Time.

The Less Intelligent The White Man Is, The More Stupid He Thinks The Black.