To be a woman is a great adventure; To drive men mad is a heroic thing.

He was a natural, and in the Russian way, tragically above these banalities.

He realised, more vividly than ever before, that art had two constant, two unending preoccupations: it is always meditating upon death and it is always thereby creating life.

Only the solitary seek the truth, and they break with all those who don't love it sufficiently

We must discover security within ourselves.

You fall into my arms. You are the good gift of destruction's path, When life sickens more than disease And boldness is the root of beauty - Which draws us together.

To be a woman is a great adventure; To drive men mad is a heroic thing.