Can it be that action is active resignation? Something is trying to develop; it moves ever so slightly, and there comes your man of action and bashes in the hothouse windows.

When Satan's not in the mood, virtue triumphs. Hasn't even Satan a right not to be in the mood once in a while?

Today I know that all things are watching, that nothing goes unseen, that even wallpaper has a better memory than human beings.

Art is accusation, expression, passion. Art is black charcoal crushing white paper.

You are vain and wicked- as a genius should be.

Art is uncompromising, and life is full of compromises.

I have found that words that are loaded with pathos and create a seductive euphoria are apt to promote nonsense.