One can be the master of what one does, but never of what one feels. |
I believe that if one always looked at the skies, one would end up with wings. |
Artists who seek perfection in everything are those who cannot attain it in anything. |
Talent is a long patience, and originality an effort of will and intense observation. |
You need a high degree of corruption or a very big heart to love absolutely everything. |
What a heavy oar the pen is, and what a strong current ideas are to row in. |
I doubt everything, even my own doubt. |
I believe that if one always looked at the skies, one would end up with wings. |