A Study Of The Great Malady; Horror

Nearly All Our Originality Comes From The Stamp That Time Impresses Upon Our Sensibility.

Drink Wine, Drink Poetry, Drink Virtue.

Who Would Dare Assign To Art The Sterile Function Of Imitating Nature?

The Immense Appetite We Have For Biography Comes From A Deep-seated Sense Of Equality.

Whether You Come From Heaven Or Hell, What Does It Matter, O Beauty!