My Poems Are Hymns Of Praise To

If One Is A Greyhound, Why Try To Look Like A Pekingese?

There Is No Truth. Only Points Of View.

All Great Art Contains An Element Of The Irrational.

Vulgarity Is, In Reality, Nothing But A Modern, Chic, Pert Descendant Of The Goddess Dullness.

The Arts Are Life Accelerated And Concentrated.