You became to me the visible incarnation of that unseen ideal whose memory haunts us artists like an exquisite dream. I worshipped you. I grew jealous of every one to whom you spoke. I wanted to have you all to myself.

“As he passed out, he used to look with wonder at the black confessionals and lo…”

“Если человек о чем-то здраво судит - это верный знак того, что сам он в этой об…”

“Ordinary people waited till life disclosed to them its secrets, but to the few,…”

“Изкуството никога не трябва да се опитва да бъде популярно. Хората трябва да се…”