Like water, we are truest to our nature in repose.
Vulgarity is the garlic in the salad of charm.
When even despair ceases to serve any creative purpose, then surely we are justified in suicide.
The reward of art is not fame or success but intoxication.
The secret of success is to be in harmony with existence, to be always calm to let each wave of life wash us a little farther up the shore.
Only by avoiding the beginning of things can we escape their end.