Nobody Is More Inferior Than Those Who

The Truthful Man Ends Up Realizing That He Always Lies.

Of All That Is Written, I Love Only What A Person Hath Written With His Blood.

Whenever The Truth Is Uncovered, The Artist Will Always Cling With Rapt Gaze To What Still Remains Covering Even After Such Uncovering; But The Theoretical Man Enjoys And Finds Satisfaction In The Discarded Covering And Finds The Highest Object Of His Pleasure In The Process Of An Ever Happy Uncovering That Succeeds Through His Own Efforts.

Our Vanity Is Hardest To Wound Precisely When Our Pride Has Just Been Wounded.

Without Music, Life Would Be A Mistake.