Of All Lies, Art Is The Least

The Better A Work Is, The More It Attracts Criticism; It Is Like The Fleas Who Rush To Jump On White Linens.

Do Not Read, As Children Do, To Amuse Yourself, Or Like The Ambitious, For The Purpose Of Instruction. No, Read In Order To Live.

He Dreamed Of Funeral Love, But Dreams Crumble And The Tomb Abides

You Don't Know What It Is To Stay A Whole Day With Your Head In Your Hands Trying To Squeeze Your Unfortunate Brain So As To Find A Word.

All You Have To Do To Make Something Interesting Is To Look At It Long Enough.