Goodness Is Nothing In The Furnace Of

I Speak For All Mediocrities In The World. I Am Their Champion. I Am Their Patron Saint.

I Was An Accomplice In My Own Frustration.

I Was Born In Liverpool In England, And I Lived There For The First Nine Years Of My Life.

Goodness Is Nothing In The Furnace Of Art.

Figaro Is A Bad Play. It Stirs Up Hatred Between The Classes. In France, It Has Caused Nothing But Bitterness. My Own Dear Sister,antoinette, Writes Me That She Is Beginning To Be Frightened Of Her Own People.