When I Take Up My Pen, Nothing

In Berlin, Things Are Serious But Not Hopeless. In Vienna, They Are Hopeless But Not Serious.

To Me All Men Are Equal: There Are Jackasses Everywhere, And I Have The Same Contempt For Them All.

Artists Have A Right To Be Modest And A Duty To Be Vain.

You Don't Even Live Once.

My Readers Think That I Write For The Day Because My Writings Are Based On The Day. So I Shall Have To Wait Until My Writings Are Obsolete. Then They May Acquire Timeliness.