Peace is the only battle worth waging.
The Byronic hero, incapable of love, or capable only of an impossible love, suffers endlessly. He is solitary, languid, his condition exhausts him. If he wants to feel alive, it must be in the terrible exaltation of a brief and destructive action.
Life is the sum of your choices.
I feel more fellowship with the defeated than with saints.
In Holland, everyone is an expert in painting and in tulips.
In order to be created, a work of art must first make use of the dark forces of the soul