If one were to live his life fully and completely were to give form to every feeling, expression to every thought, reality to every dream.
Behind every exquisite thing that existed, there was something tragic.
In old days books were written by men of letters and read by the public. Nowadays books are written by the public and read by nobody.
Man can believe the impossible, but man can never believe the improbable.
Bad artists always admire each others work.
The sign of a Philistine age is the cry of immorality against art.