In Matters Of Money There's No Such

Life Is Very Nice, But It Has No Shape. The Object Of Art Is Actually To Give It Some And To Do It By Every Artifice Possible-truer Than The Truth.

There Is Love Of Course. And Then There's Life, Its Enemy.

It Takes A Certain Courage And A Certain Greatness Even To Be Truly Base.

Inspiration? - A Hoax Fabricated By Poets For Their Self-importance.

Tragedy Is Clean, It Is Restful, It Is Flawless.