We Have Art In Order Not To

A Bad Conscience Is Easier To Cope With Than A Bad Reputation.

We Grow Hostile To Many An Artist Or Writer, Not Because We Finally Come To See He Has Deceived Us, But Because He Thought No Subtler Means Were Required To Ensnare Us.

There Is Always Some Madness In Love.

There Is A Certain Right By Which We Many Deprive A Man Of Life, But None By Which We May Deprive Him Of Death; This Is Mere Cruelty.

My Genius Is In My Nostrils.