The Real Passion Of The Twentieth Century

There Is Nothing Abstract About Pain. It Is Specific, It Is Real, And, When It Is Intense, It Is World Destroying.

Against Eternal Injustice, Man Must Assert Justice, And To Protest Against The Universe Of Grief, He Must Create Happiness.

Every Man, And For Stronger Reasons, Every Artist, Wants To Be Recognized. So Do I.

I Grew Up With The Sea, And Poverty For Me Was Sumptuous; Then I Lost The Sea And Found All Luxuries Gray And Poverty Unbearable.

Stupidity Has A Knack Of Getting Its Way.