“Maman died today. Or yesterday maybe, I don’t know. I got a telegram from the home: ‘Mother deceased. Funeral tomorrow. Faithfully yours.’ That doesn’t mean anything. Maybe it was yesterday.” Stranger
A thing is not necessarily true because a man dies for it. The Portrait of Mr. W. H.
Good painters imitated nature while bad ones vomited it. Don Quixote
What people call insincerity is simply a method by which we can multiply our personalities. The Critic as Artist
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