A picture is not a window...an abstract refers to no reality but its own.

Tact in audacity is knowing how far you can go without going too far.

And history becomes legend and legend becomes history.

I only fear the death of others. For me, true death is that of the people I love

Beauty cannot be recognized with a cursory glance.

When we awake it is the animal, the plant, that thinks in us. Primitive thought without the least disguise. We see a terrible universe, because we see clearly. A little later, intelligence introduces its impeding contrivances. It brings the little toys which man invents in order to hide the void. It is then that we think we are seeing clearly. We attribute our uneasiness to the miasmas of the brain as it passes from dream to reality.

Lying is the only art form that the public sanctions and instinctively prefers to reality.