Without Artists, The Order Which We Find

Vienne La Nuit Sonne L'heure Les Jours S'en Vont Je Demeure

Paint With Whatever Material You Please - With Pipes, Postage Stamps, Postcards Or Playing Cards, Painted Paper, Or Newspapers.

I Love Men, Not For What Unites Them, But For What Divides Them, And I Want To Know Most Of All What Gnaws At Their Hearts.

My, How Beautiful Is War! Its Songs, Its Leisure!

One Can't Carry One's Father's Corpse About Everywhere.