To command is to serve, nothing more and nothing less.
What is Man? A miserable little pile of secrets.
The truth of a man is first and foremost what he hides.
An artist discovers his genius the day he dares not to please.
Every young man's heart is a graveyard in which are inscribed the names of a thousand dead artists but whose only actual denizens are a few mighty, often antagonistic, ghosts.
One cannot create an art that speaks to men when one has nothing to say.