Have read little and understood less.

It was cold autumn weather, but in spite of the cold they wandered up and down the roads of the Park for nearly three hours. They agreed to break off their intercourse; every bond, he said, is a bond to sorrow.

To discover the mode of life or of art whereby my spirit could express itself in unfettered freedom.

Jesus was a bachelor and never lived with a woman. Surely living with a woman is one of the most difficult things a man has to do, and he never did it.

The State is concentric, but the individual is eccentric.

The artist, like the God of the creation, remains within or behind or beyond or above his handiwork, invisible, refined out of existence, indifferent, paring his fingernails.

What is better than to sit at the end of the day and drink wine with friends, or substitutes for friends?