Culture: The Cry Of Men

I Was Tormented By My Desire For A Woman ... I Thought So Much About A Woman, About Women, About All The Ones I Had Known, About All The Circumstances In Which I Had Enjoyed Them, That My Cell Would Be Filled With Their Faces And Crowded With My Desires.

Men Who Have Greatness Within Them Don't Go In For Politics.

In Order To Be Created, A Work Of Art Must First Make Use Of The Dark Forces Of The Soul

The Ancients, Even Though They Believed In Destiny , Believed Primarily In Nature , In Which They Participated Wholeheartedly. To Rebel Against Nature Amounted To Rebelling Against Oneself. It Was Butting One's Head Against A Wall.

But,' I Reminded Myself, 'it's Common Knowledge That Life Isn't Worth Living, Anyhow.