Life Being What It Is, One Dreams

Art Is Either A Plagiarist Or A Revolutionist.

I Made A Promise To Keep A Watch Over Myself, To Remain Master Of Myself, So That I Might Become A Sure Observer.

My Eyes Close And Uncomprehendingly See The Dream In The Infinite Space That Stretches Away, Elusive, Before Me.

The Work Of A Man Is The Explanation Of The Man.

We Never Really Know What Stupidity Is Until We Have Experimented On Ourselves.