Wit Is The Epitaph Of An Emotion.

The Radical Hostility, The Deadly Hostility Against Sensuality, Is Always A Symptom To Reflect On: It Entitles Us To Suppositions Concerning The Total State Of One Who Is Excessive In This Manner.

Praise Is More Obtrusive Than A Reproach.

I Devote Myself To What I Love The Most, And For This Very Reason I Hesitate To Designate It With Lofty Words: I Do Not Want To Risk Believing That It Is A Sublime Compulsion, A Law, Which I Obey: I Love What I Love The Most Too Much To Wish To Appear To It As One Compelled.

If There Is To Be Art, If There Is To Be Any Aesthetic Doing And Seeing, One Physiological Condition Is Indispensable: Frenzy.

A Thinker Sees His Own Actions As Experiments And Questions--as Attempts To Find Out Something. Success And Failure Are For Him Answers Above All.