"When asked, "Why do you always wear black?", he said, "I am mourning for my life. - Anton Chekhov

I've never been in love. I've dreamt of it day and night, but my heart is like a fine piano no one can play because the key is lost.

An artist must pass judgment only on what he understands; his range is limited as that of any other specialist—that's what I keep repeating and insisting upon. Anyone who says that the artist's field is all answers and no questions has never done any writing or had any dealings with imagery. An artist observes, selects, guesses and synthesizes.

Как легко, доктор, быть философом на бумаге и как это трудно на деле!