I Never Meant To Be But A

The End Of Lower Art Is To Please, The End Of Average Art Is To Raise The Top, The End Of Superior Art Is To Free.

One Never Lives So Intensely As When One Has Been Thinking Hard.

Yes, Talking To People Makes Me Sleepy.

Oh Salty Sea, How Much Of Your Salt Is Tears From Portugal?

In This Metallic Age Of Barbarians, Only A Relentless Cultivation Of Our Ability To Dream, To Analyse And To Captivate Can Prevent Our Personality From Degenerating Into Nothing Or Else Into A Personality Like All The Rest.