I Will Not Join Any Club Who

So When I Cease To Be I Want To Go Back...to The Sea! Oh For The Life Of A Sardine! That Is The Life For Me!

A Man's True Character Comes Out When He's Drunk.

Where Words Leave Off, Gesture Begins. Don't We Speak Of A Person Being Speechless With Rage, Dancing With Impatience, Setting His Teeth? The Final Motions Of The Soul Are Speechless, Animal, Grotesque, Or Of An Incomparable Beauty.

Anyone Can Make Them Cry, But It Takes A Genius To Make Them Laugh.

The Very Nature Of These Inventions Cries Out For The Goodness In Men; Cries Out For Universal Brotherhood; For The Unity Of Us All.