Experience Is A Dim Lamp, Which Only

Lots Of Men Are Like That, Their Artistic Leanings Never Go Beyond A Weakness For Shapely Thighs.

Chin Up, Ferdinand," I Kept Saying To Myself, To Keep Up My Courage. "what With Being Chucked Out Of Everywhere, You're Sure To Find Whatever It Is That Scares All Those Bastards So. It Must Be At The End Of The Night, And That's Why They're So Dead Set Against Going To The End Of The Night.

Truth Is A Pain Which Will Not Stop. And The Truth Of This World Is To Die. You Must Choose: Either Dying Or Lying. Personally, I Have Never Been Able To Kill Myself

I Was A Hundred-percent Sick, I Felt As If I Had No Further Use For My Legs, They Just Hung Over The Edge Of My Bed Like Unimportant And Rather Ridiculous Objects.

The Foreground In A Picture Is Always Unattractive... Art Demands That The Interest Of The Canvas Should Be Placed In The Far Distance, Where Lies Take Refuge, Those Dreams Which Blossom Out Of Fact And Are Man's Only Love.