No One Talks About Money More Than

It Isn't Common Sense That Is Paramount In This World, It's Wishful Thinking.

A Strange Melancholy Pervades Me To Which I Hesitate To Give The Grave And Beautiful Name Of Sorrow. The Idea Of Sorrow Has Always Appealed To Me But Now I Am Almost Ashamed Of It's Complete Egoism. I Have Known Boredom, Regret, And Occasionally Remorse, But Never Sorrow. Today It Envelops Me Like A Silken Web, Enervating And Soft, And Sets Me Apart From Everybody Else.

When Man, Apollo Man, Rockets Into Space, It Isn't In Order To Find His Brother, I'm Quite Sure Of That. It's To Confirm That He Hasn't Any Brothers.

Art Must Take Reality By Surprise.

One Partner Is Always More In Love Than The Other.