America Is A Lunatic Asylum.

Colloquial Poetry Is To The Real Art As The Barber's Wax Dummy Is To Sculpture.

Technique Is The Test Of Sincerity.

No Picture Is Made To Endure Nor To Live With But It Is Made To Sell And Sell Quickly With Usura, Sin Against Nature, Is Thy Bread Ever More Of Stale Rags Is Thy Bread Dry As Paper.

All My Life I Believed I Knew Something. But Then One Strange Day Came When I Realized That I Knew Nothing, Yes, I Knew Nothing. And So Words Became Void Of Meaning. I Have Arrived Too Late At Ultimate Uncertainty.

Any Damn Fool Can Be Spontaneous.