Don't For A Moment Believe He Was

A Picture Is Not A Window...an Abstract Refers To No Reality But Its Own.

The Joy Of The Young Is To Disobey

It Seems To Me That Invisibility Is The Required Provision Of Elegance. Elegance Ceases To Exist When It Is Noticed.

I Only Fear The Death Of Others. For Me, True Death Is That Of The People I Love

Expect Neither Reward Nor Beatitude. Return Noble Waves For Ignoble.