You Must Be Afraid, My Son. That

Photographs Are Not Ideas. They Give Us Ideas.

I Must Be Without Remorse Or Regrets As I Am Without Excuse; For From The Instant Of My Upsurge Into Being, I Carry The Weight Of The World By Myself Alone Without Help, Engaged In A World For Which I Bear The Whole Responsibility Without Being Able, Whatever I Do, To Tear Myself Away From This Responsibility For An Instant.

Genius Is What A Man Invents When He Is Looking For A Way Out.

When She Is Alone In The Rooms I Hear Her Humming To Keep Herself From Thinking.

All Human Actions Are Equivalent... And All Are On Principle Doomed To Failure.