Ah, But You See, I Didn't Want

I Do Like Christmas On The Whole.... In Its Clumsy Way, It Does Approach Peace And Goodwill. But It Is Clumsier Every Year.

A Work Of Art Is Never Finished. It Is Merely Abandoned.

I Hated The Idleness, The Stupidity, The Respectability, The Petty Unselfishness.

I'm A Holy Man Minus The Holiness.

Italy And London Are The Only Places Where I Don't Feel To Exist On Sufferance.