The artist is nothing without the gift, but the gift is nothing without work.
Blow the candle out, I don't need to see what my thoughts look like.
Don't go looking at me like that because you'll wear your eyes out.
Through the centuries, the history of peoples is but a lesson in mutual tolerance.
I am little concerned with beauty or perfection. I don't care for the great centuries. All I care about is life, struggle, intensity.
It all seemed a hollow sham now - that strict code, that conscientious virtue that condemned her to the sterile joys of pious women! No, no, she'd had enough of that; she wanted to live!