The Applause Of Silence. Is The Only

I Am Dying. Please ... Bring Me A Toothpick.

Laughter Is Born Out Of The Discovery Of The Contradictory.

To Keep Up Even A Worthwhile Tradition Means Vitiating The Idea Behind It Which Must Necessarily Be In A Constant State Of Evolution: It Is Mad To Try To Express New Feelings In A Mummified Form.

The Applause Of Silence. Is The Only Kind That Counts.

The Work Of Art Is A Stuffed Crocodile.