To Create Is Likewise To Give A

One Dies If Necessary, One Breaks Rather Than Bending. But I Bend, Because I Continue To Love Myself.

Alas, After A Certain Age Every Man Is Responsible For His Face.

We Are Not Certain, We Are Never Certain.

Great Feelings Take With Them Their Own Universe, Splendid Or Abject.

The More I Produce, The Less I Am Certain. On The Road Along Which The Artist Walks, Night Falls Ever More Densely. Finally, He Dies Blind.