Talent Is A Long Patience, And Originality

[t]he Truth Is That Fullness Of Soul Can Sometimes Overflow In Utter Vapidity Of Language, For None Of Us Can Ever Express The Exact Measure Of His Needs Or His Thoughts Or His Sorrows; And Human Speech Is Like A Cracked Kettle On Which We Tap Crude Rhythms For Bears To Dance To, While We Long To Make Music That Will Melt The Stars.

The Deplorable Mania Of Doubt Exhausts Me. I Doubt About Everything, Even My Doubts.

The Denigration Of Those We Love Always Detaches Us From Them In Some Degree. Never Touch Your Idols: The Gilding Will Stick To Your Fingers.

Art Is Nothing Without Form.

Je Suis Autant Chinois Que Fran C° Ais. I Am As Much Chinese As French.