The mutilation of the savage has its tragic survival in the self-denial that mars our lives.

“The only artists I have ever known who are personally delightful are bad artist…”

“Мъжете винаги искат да бъдат първата любов на жените. Това е тяхната тромава су…”

“You became to me the visible incarnation of that unseen ideal whose memory haun…”

“Conformity is the last refuge of the unimaginitive”