The sea - this truth must be confessed - has no generosity. No display of...
Any work that aspires however humbly to the condition of art should carry...
Only in men's imagination does every truth find an effective and undeniable...
History repeats itself but the special call of an art which has passed away...
The belief in a supernatural source of evil is not necessary men alone are...
Who knows what true loneliness is - not the conventional word but the naked...
Stand by your man. Give him two arms to cling to and something warm to come to.
