To be a friend of the weak-that is the artist's point of departure as well as his ultimate goal.

Is it not true that no two human beings understand anything whatsoever about each other, that those who consider themselves bosom friends may be utterly mistaken about their fellow and, failing to realize this sad truth throughout a lifetime, weep when they read in the newspapers about his death?

What did he mean by "society"? The plural of human beings?

Mine has been a life of much shame. I can't even guess myself what it must be to live the life of a human being.

I want to spend my time with people who don't look to be respected. But such good people won't want to spend their time with me.

It would seem that the more irresponsible and crafty one is, the more likely one is to have a talent for storytelling.

To be a friend of the weak-that is the artist's point of departure as well as his ultimate goal.