At Heart I Am A Warrior.

Sometimes In Conversation The Sound Of Our Own Voice Distracts Us And Misleads Us Into Making Assertions That In No Way Express Our True Opinions.

In Those Days It Was Possible For A Greek To Flee From An Over-abundant Reality As Though It Were But The Tricky Scheming Off The Imagination-and To Flee, Not Like Plato Into The Land Of Eternal Ideas, Into The Workshop Off The World-creator, Feasting One's Eyes On The Unblemished Unbreakable Archetypes, But Into The Rigor Mortis Off The Coldest Emptiest Concept Off All, The Concept Of Being.

Only As An Aesthetic Product Can The World Be Justified To All Eternity.

Art Raises Its Head Where Creeds Relax.

He Who Speaks A Bit Of A Foreign Language Has More Delight In It Than He Who Speaks It Well; Pleasure Goes Along With Superficial Knowledge.