Great Poetry Must Be Admired, Because It

Any Artist Who Respects Himself Ought To Be, And In Every Sense Of The Term, An Emigre.

I Am Reading Sienkiewicz. What Tormenting Reading. What A Powerful Genius! And There Never Was Such A First-rate Writer Of The Second-rate Class.

Foolishness Is A Twin Sister Of Wisdom.

Beauty Beheld In Solitude Is Even More Lethal.

I Became Bold Because I Had Absolutely Nothing To Lose: Neither Honors, Nor Earnings, Nor Friends. I Had To Find Myself Anew And Rely Only On Myself, Because I Could Rely On No One Else. My Form Is My Solitude.