A life spent in constant labor is a life wasted, save a man be such a >>
The path of sound credence is through the thick forest of skepticism. >>
Love demands infinitely less than friendship. >>
One of the most striking signs of the decay of art is when we see its >>
I can't work without a model. I won't say I turn my back on nature rut >>
Art is so wonderfully irrational, exuberantly pointless, but necessary >>
To speak of morals in art is to speak of legislature in sex. Art is the sex of the imagination.