I'm Not Unfaithful, Darling. I've Plenty Of

Clearly I Miss Him, Having Been Brought Up In Religion. But Now A Man Must Be Responsible To Himself.

A Big Lie Is More Plausible Than Truth.

The Great Artist When He Comes, Uses Everything That Has Been Discovered Or Known About His Art Up To That Point, Being Able To Accept Or Reject In A Time So Short It Seems That The Knowledge Was Born With Him, Rather Than That He Takes Instantly What It Takes The Ordinary Man A Lifetime To Know, And Then The Great Artist Goes Beyond What Has Been Done Or Known And Makes Something Of His Own.

Drinking Is A Way Of Ending The Day.

There Isn't Any Me. I'm You. Don't Make Up A Separate Me.