Humanity Is Outraged In Me And With

The Mind Has No Sex.

The Artist Vocation Is To Send Light Into The Human Heart.

We Do Not Precisely Enjoy Liberty At The Figaro. M. De Latouche, Our Worthy Director (ah! You Should Know The Fellow), Is Always Hanging Over Us, Cutting, Pruning, Right Or Wrong, Imposing Upon Us His Whims, His Aberrations, His Fancies, And We Have To Write As He Bids.

Let Us Accept Truth, Even When It Surprises Us And Alters Our Views.

And I Refused To Make Any Sacrifices; For Nothing On Earth Seemed More Valuable Than My Peace Of Mind, My Pleasure And My Acclaim.