One Day, I Shall Explode Like An

The Better A Work Is, The More It Attracts Criticism; It Is Like The Fleas Who Rush To Jump On White Linens.

Everyone Became Brave From Excess Of Terror.

You Need A High Degree Of Corruption Or A Very Big Heart To Love Absolutely Everything

We Should Not Touch Our Idols: Their Gilding Will Remain On Our Hands.

The Finest Works Of Art Are Those In Which There Is The Least Matter. The Closer Expression Comes To Thought, The More The Word Clings To The Idea And Disappears, The More Beautiful The Work Of Art.