That Is Your Trick, Your Bit Of

Are You Willing To Be Sponged Out, Erased, Cancelled, Made Nothing? Are You Willing To Be Made Nothing? Dipped Into Oblivion? If Not, You Will Never Really Change.

The Upshot Was, My Paintings Must Burn That English Artists Might Finally Learn.

And Whoever Forces Himself To Love Anybody Begets A Murderer In His Own Body.

There's Always The Hyena Of Morality At The Garden Gate, And The Real Wolf At The End Of The Street.

And In This Passion For Understanding Her Soul Lay Close To His; She Had Him All To Herself. But He Must Be Made Abstract First.