The Moon and Sixpence
The most interesting thing in art is the personality of the artist.
Art is a manifestation of emotion, and emotion speaks a language that all may understand.
It is Truth and Freedom that you seek, and for a moment you thought that you might find release in Love. I think your tired soul sought rest in woman’s arms, and when you found no rest there you hated her. You had to pity for her, because you have no pity for yourself. And you killed her out of tear, because you trembled still at the danger you had barely escaped.
Each one of us is alone in the world.
A man’s work reveals him.
Sometimes people carry to such perfection the mask they have assumed that in due course they actually became the person they seem.
Unconsciously, perhaps, we treasure the power we have over people by their regard for our opinion of them, and we hate those upon whom we have no such influence. I suppose it is the bitterest wound to human pride.
Love is a disease. Women are the instruments of my pleasure. I have no patience with their claim to be helpmates partners, companions.
A woman can forgive a man for the harm he does her, but she can never forgive him for the sacrifices he makes on her account.
The world is hard and cruel. We are here none knows why, and we go none knows whither. We must be very humble. We must see the beauty of quietness. We must go through life so inconspicuously that Fate does not notice us. And let us seek the Love of simple, ignorant people. Their ignorance is better than all our knowledge. Let us be silent, content in our little corner, meek and gentle like them. That is the wisdom of life.