I Live Absolutely Like An Oyster.

I Invite All Brats To Throw Their Cookies At The Baker's Head If They're Not Sweet, Winos To Chuck Their Wine If It's Bad, The Dying To Shuck Their Souls When They Croak, And Men To Throw Their Existence In God's Face When It's Bitter

I Detest My Fellow-beings And Do Not Feel That I Am Their Fellow At All

But The Disparaging Of Those We Love Always Alienates Us From Them To Some Extent. We Must Not Touch Our Idols; The Gilt Comes Off In Our Hands.

Everything Is There: The Love Of Art.

May I Die Like A Dog Rather Than Hasten The Ripening Of A Sentence By A Single Second!