Appreciation Of Art Is A Moral Erection,

After The Writer's Death, Reading His Journal Is Like Receiving A Long Letter.

The Public Is Never Pleased With What We Do, Wanting Always A Copy Of What We Have Done.

The Eyes Of The Dead Are Closed Gently; We Also Have To Open Gently The Eyes Of The Living.

Don't For A Moment Believe He Was Killing The Young; He Was Costuming Angels.

The Actual Tragedies Of Life Bear No Relation To One's Preconceived Ideas. In The Event, One Is Always Bewildered By Their Simplicity, Their Grandeur Of Design, And By That Element Of The Bizarre Which Seems Inherent In Them.