Hunger Allows No Choice.

Those Who Will Not Reason, Perish In The Act. Those Who Will Not Act, Perish For That Reason.

With The Farming Of A Verse Make A Vineyard Of The Curse

Harrow The House Of The Dead; Look Shining At New Styles Of Architecture, A Change Of Heart.

A Daydream Is A Meal At Which Images Are Eaten. Some Of Us Are Gourmets, Some Gourmands, And A Good Many Take Their Images Precooked Out Of A Can And Swallow Them Down Whole, Absent-mindedly And With Little Relish.

There Is A Certain Kind Of Person Who Is So Dominated By The Desire To Be Loved For Himself Alone That He Has Constantly To Test Those Around Him By Tiresome Behavior; What He Says And Does Must Be Admired, Not Because It Is Intrinsically Admirable, But Because It Is His Remark, His Act. Does Not This Explain A Good Deal Of Avant-garde Art?