In Art The End Does

The Strongest Have Their Moments Of Fatigue.

For As Long As They Praise You, Never Forget That It Is Not Yet Your Own Path That You Walk, But Another Person's.

I Devote Myself To What I Love The Most, And For This Very Reason I Hesitate To Designate It With Lofty Words: I Do Not Want To Risk Believing That It Is A Sublime Compulsion, A Law, Which I Obey: I Love What I Love The Most Too Much To Wish To Appear To It As One Compelled.

A Woman Does Not Want The Truth; What Is Truth To Women? From The Beginning, Nothing Has Been More Alien, Repugnant, And Hostile To Woman Than The Truth - Her Great Art Is The Lie, Her Highest Concern Is Mere Appearance And Beauty.

They're So Cold, These Scholars! May Lightning Strike Their Food So That Their Mouths Learn How To Eat Fire!