Beauty Cannot Be Recognized With A Cursory

The Public Is Never Pleased With What We Do, Wanting Always A Copy Of What We Have Done.

The Louvre Is A Morgue; You Go There To Identify Your Friends.

The Hot Hall Full Of Painted Girls And American Soldiers Is A Saloon In Some Western Film. This Noise Drenches Us, Wakens Us To Do Something Else. It Shows Us A Lost Path.

You've Never Seen Death? Look In The Mirror Every Day And You Will See It Like Bees Working In A Glass Hive.

We Are In A Period Of Such Individualism That One No Longer Speaks Of Disciples; One Speaks Of Thieves.