All The Concessions We Make To Eros

Melancholy Redeems This Universe, And Yet It Is Melancholy That Separates Us From It.

As Art Sinks Into Paralysis, Artists Multiply. This Anomaly Ceases To Be One If We Realize That Art, On Its Way To Exhaustion, Has Become Both Impossible And Easy.

To Claim You Are More Detached, More Alien To Everything Than Anyone, And To Be Merely A Fanatic Of Indifference!

Lucidity's Task: To Attain A Correct Despair, An Olympian Ferocity.

A Sensation Must Have Fallen Very Low To Deign To Turn Into An Idea.