On The Ridge Where The Great Artist

Old Women Even Forget How To Love Their Sons. The Heart Gets Worn Out, Monsieur.

Whatever Prevents You From Doing Your Work Has Become Your Work.

When I Was Young, I Expected From People More Than They Could Give: Neverending Friendship And Constant Excitement. Now I Expect Less Than They Can Actually Can Give: To Stay Close Silently. And Their Feelings, Friendship, Noble Deeds Always Seem Like A Miracle To Me: A True Grace.

The Entire History Of Mankind Is, In Any Case, Nothing But A Prolonged Fight To The Death For The Conquest Of Universal Prestige And Absolute Power.

I Conceived At Least One Great Love In My Life, Of Which I Was Always The Object.