Art Degraded, Imagination Denied.

The Goddess Fortune Is The Devil's Servant, Ready To Kiss Any One's Ass.

Bring Me An Axe And Spade, Bring Me A Winding-sheet; When I My Grave Have Made Let Winds And Tempests Beat: Then Down I'll Lie As Cold As Clay. True Love Doth Pass Away!

The Vision Of Christ That Thou Dost See Is My Vision's Greatest Enemy . Both Read The Bible Day And Night, But Thou Read'st Black Where I Read White. His Seventy Disciples Sent Against Religion And Government .

There Is A Place Where Contrarieties Are Equally True.

Every Man Who Is Not An Artist Is A Traitor To His Own Nature.