What The Public Criticizes In You, Cultivate.

The Reward Of Art Is Not Fame Or Success But Intoxication: That Is Why So Many Bad Artists Are Unable To Give It Up.

Perhaps I Know To What Extent I Can Go Too Far.

Beauty Makes One Lose One's Head. Poetry Is Born Of This Decapitation

The Public Only Takes Up Yesterday As A Stick To Beat Today.

I'm Not Willing Just To Be Tolerated. That Wounds My Love Of Love And Of Liberty.