When The State Withers, Humanity Flowers.

For The Serious Artist Does Not Satisfy Needs

Life Is A Wretched Gray Saturday, But It Has To Be Lived Through.

I Think Art Is Sublimated Libido. You Can’t Be A Eunuch Priest, And You Can’t Be A Eunuch Artist.

All Human Life Is Here, But The Holy Ghost Seems To Be Somewhere Else.

We Only Need To Wear Shoes Because The British Built Roads Which Hurt Our Feet.