The World Is Beautiful, But Has A

The Refinement Of Shame. People Are Not Ashamed To Think Something Foul, But They Are Ashamed When They Think These Foul Thoughts Are Attributed To Them.

At Heart I Am A Warrior.

...one Can Speak With The Utmost Clearness, And Yet Not Be Heard By Anyone.

The States In Which We Infuse A Transfiguration And A Fullness Into Things And Poetize About Them Until They Reflect Back Our Fullness And Joy In Life... Three Elements Principally: Sexuality, Intoxication And Cruelty All Belonging To The Oldest Festal Joys.

As Refined Fare Serves A Hungry Man As Well As And No Better Than Coarser Food, The More Pretentious Artist Will Not Dream Of Inviting The Hungry Man To His Meal.