Where There Is No Temple There Shall

The Role Of Art Is Not To Express The Personality But To Overcome It.

Do I Dare Disturb The Universe?

Again I Must Remind You That A Dog's A Dog-a Cat's A Cat.

But At My Back From Time To Time I Hear The Sound Of Horns And Motors, Which Shall Bring Sweeney To Mrs. Porter In The Spring. O The Moon Shone Bright On Mrs. Porter And On Her Daughter They Wash Their Feet In Soda Water.

Between The Desire And The Spasm, Between The Potency And The Existence, Between The Essence And The Descent, Falls The Shadow.