I Would Rather Be The Head Of

There Is No More Sovereign Eloquence Than The Truth In Indignation.

The Convent Is Supreme Egotism Resulting In Supreme Self-denial.

Our Life Dreams The Utopia. Our Death Achieves The Ideal.

One Only Needs To See A Smile In A White Crape Bonnet In Order To Enter The Palace Of Dreams.

The True Artist Can Only Labor Con Amore.