What Use, After All, Is Man, If

All My Wife Has Ever Taken From The Mediterranean - From That Whole Vast Intuitive Culture - Are Four Bottles Of Chianti To Make Into Lamps, And Two China Condiment Donkeys Labelled Sally And Peppy.

What Was Evident Was That Mozart Was Simply Transcribing Music Completely Finished In His Head. And Finished As Most Music Is Never Finished. Displace One Note And There Would Be Diminishment. Displace One Phrase And Structure Would Fall. I Was Staring Through The Cage Of Those Meticulous Ink Strokes At Absolute Beauty.

Figaro Is A Bad Play. It Stirs Up Hatred Between The Classes. In France, It Has Caused Nothing But Bitterness. My Own Dear Sister,antoinette, Writes Me That She Is Beginning To Be Frightened Of Her Own People.

The Trouble Is If You Don’t Spend Your Life Yourself, Other People Spend It For You.

The Normal Is The Good Smile In A Child's Eyes- All Right. It Is Also The Dead Stare In A Million Adults. It Both Sustains And Kills- Like A God. It Is The Ordinary Made Beautiful; It Is Also The Average Made Leathal. The Normal Is The Indispensable, Murderous God Of Health.