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Beauty Cannot Be Recognized With A Cursory Glance.

Expect Neither Reward Nor Beatitude. Return Noble Waves For Ignoble.

Victor Hugo Was A Madman Who Thought He Was Victor Hugo

Poetry Is An Ethic. By Ethic I Mean A Secret Code Of Behavior, A Discipline Constructed And Conducted According To The Capabilities Of A Man Who Rejects The Falsifications Of The Categorical Imperative.

Film Will Only Became An Art When Its Materials Are As Inexpensive As Pencil And Paper.