we do not die of anguish, we live on. We continue to suffer. We drink the cup drop by drop.
A child motivated by competitive ideals will grow into a man without conscience, shame, or true dignity.
Genius, whether locked up in a cell or roaming at large, is always solitary.
One approaches the journey's end. But the end is a goal, not a catastrophe.
No human creature can give orders to love.
Art for art's sake is an empty phrase. Art for the sake of truth, art for the sake of the good and the beautiful, that is the faith I am searching for.