Like All Young Men I Set Out

Comedians Are The Nearest To Suicide.

Art—the Meaning Of The Pattern Of Our Common Actions In Reality. The Cloth-of-gold That Hides Behind The Sackcloth Of Reality, Forced Out By The Pain Of Human Memory.

Love Joins And Then Divides. How Else Would We Be Growing?

Prohibitions Create The Desire They Were Intended To Cure.

The Artist's Work Constitutes The Only Satisfactory Relationship He Can Have With His Fellow Men Since He Seeks His Real Friends Among The Dead And The Unborn.