As An Artist One Has No Home

The Living Is A Species Of The Dead; And Not A Very Attractive One.

"this - Is Now My Way - Where Is Yours"? Thus Did I Answer Those Who Asked Me "the Way". For The Way - It Does Not Exist!

The Most Common Sort Of Lie Is The One Uttered To One's Self.

It Is Possible To Imagine A Society Flushed With Such A Sense Of Power That It Could Afford To Let Its Offenders Go Unpunished.

The Arrogance That Accompanies Merit Offends Us Even More Than The Arrogance Of People Who Are Lacking In Merit: Since Merit Itself Offends Us.