To The Puritan All Things Are Impure,

I Shall Be Glad When You Have Strangled The Invincible Respectability That Dogs Your Steps.

You Live By What You Thrill To, And There's The End Of It.

It's Not Art For Art's Sake, It's Art For My Sake.

Europe's The Mayonnaise All Right, But America Supplies The Good Old Lobster.

Patience! Patience! The World Is A Vast And Ghastly Intricacy Of Mechanism, And One Has To Be Very Wary, Not To Get Mangled By It.