We All Have A Weakness For Beauty.

To Me, Art Is Not A Solitary Delight. It Is A Means Of Stirring The Greatest Number Of Men By Providing Them With A Privileged Image Of Our Common Joys And Woes.

The Temptation Shared By All Forms Of Intelligence: Cynicism.

Sometimes, Carrying On, Just Carrying On, Is The Superhuman Achievement.

Mon Cher Ami, Let's Not Give Them Any Pretext, No Matter How Small, For Judging Us!!! Otherwise, We'll Be Left In Shreds. We Are Forced To Take The Same Precautions As The Animal Trainer. If, Before Going Into The Cage, He Has The Misfortune To Cut Himself While Shaving, What A Feast For The Wild Animals!!

A Guilty Conscience Needs To Confess. A Work Of Art Is A Confession.