Youth Is Certain What It Rejects Before

Statues To Great Men Are Made Of The Stones Thrown At Them In Their Lifetime.

Don't For A Moment Believe He Was Killing The Young; He Was Costuming Angels.

One Of The Characteristics Of The Dream Is That Nothing Surprises Us In It. With No Regret, We Agree To Live In It With Strangers, Completely Cut Off From Our Habits And Friends.

Catastrophe, Riots, Factories Blowing Up, Armies In Flight, Flood - The Ear Can Detect A Whole Apocalypse In The Starry Night Of The Human Body.

Appreciation Of Art Is A Moral Erection, Otherwise Mere Dilettantism.