One Can't Carry One's Father's Corpse About

Joy Always Came After Pain.

When Man Resolved To Imitate Walking, He Invented The Wheel, Which Does Not Look Like A Leg. In Doing This, He Was Practicing Surrealism Without Knowing It.

Come To The Edge.' 'we Can't. We're Afraid.' 'come To The Edge.' 'we Can't. We Will Fall!' 'come To The Edge.' And They Came. And He Pushed Them. And They Flew.

Now And Then It's Good To Pause In Our Pursuit Of Happiness And Just Be Happy.

Artists Are, Above All, Men Who Want To Become Inhuman.