a beleza, a verdadeira beleza, acaba onde a expressão intelectual começa. O intelecto é já uma forma de exagero e destrói a harmonia de qualquer rosto.

“How you can sit there, calmly eating muffins when we are in this horrible troub…”

“artists have sex but art has none”

“If we're always guided by other people's thoughts, what's the point in having o…”

“I am too fond of reading books to care to write them.”