My Genius Is In My Nostrils.

As An Artist One Has No Home In Europe Except In Paris.

I Presume That You Are Compassionate: To Be Without Pity Means To Be Sick In Body And Spirit. But One Should Have Spirit In Abundance, So As To Be Permitted To Be Compassionate! For Your Pity Is Detrimental To You And To Everyone.

If We Have Injured Someone, Giving Him The Opportunity To Make A Joke About Us Is Often Enough To Provide Him Personal Satisfaction, Or Even To Win His Good Will.

Undeserved Praise Causes More Pangs Of Conscience Later Than Undeserved Blame, But Probably Only For This Reason, That Our Power Of Judgment Are More Completely Exposed By Being Over Praised Than By Being Unjustly Underestimated.

Ultimately, No One Can Extract From Things, Books Included, More Than He Already Knows.