All Art, In Spite Of The Struggles

The Intellectual Is A Middle-class Product; If He Is Not Born Into The Class He Must Soon Insert Himself Into It, In Order To Exist. He Is The Fine Nervous Flower Of The Bourgeoisie.

The Terrible Beast, That No One May Understand, Came To My Side, And Put Down His Head In Love.

Stupidity Always Accompanies Evil. Or Evil, Stupidity.

I Don't Like Quintessential Certitude.

Perhaps This Very Instant Is Your Time.