Vulgarity Is, In Reality, Nothing But A

My Temper Is Not Spoilt. I Am Absolutely Non-homicidal. Nor Do I Ever Attack Unless I Have Been Attacked First, And Then Heaven Have Mercy Upon The Attacker, Because I Don't! I Just Sharpen My Wits On A Wooden Head As A Cat Sharpens Its Claws On The Wood Legs Of A Table.

I Am One Of Those Unhappy Persons Who Inspire Bores To The Greatest Flights Of Art.

I Wouldn't Dream Of Following A Fashion... How Could One Be A Different Person Every Three Months?

I'm Not The Man To Baulk At A Low Smell, I'm Not The Man To Insist On Asphodel. This Sounds Like A He-fellow, Don't You Think? It Sounds Like That. I Belch, I Bawl, I Drink.

All Great Art Contains An Element Of The Irrational.