Art is science in the flesh.
Wealth is an inborn attitude of mind, like poverty. The pauper who has made his pile may flaunt his spoils, but cannot wear them plausibly.
Expect neither reward nor beatitude. Return noble waves for ignoble.
All spiritual journeys are martyrdoms
One must be a living man and a posthumous artist.
The audience bursts into laughter. With the tragic gag I don't expect the audience to laugh (if they do, I have failed) but I expect a black silence from them that is almost as violent: as laughter.