In art, we are the first heirs of all the earth. . . . Accidents impair and Time transforms, but it is we who choose.
There's no such thing as a grown up person.
Always, however brutal an age may actually have been, its style transmits its music only.
There are not fifty ways of fighting, there is only one: to be the conqueror.
Seldom is a Gothic head more beautiful than when broken.
He who has dreamed for long resembles his dream.