The Cult Of Art Gives Pride; One

Exuberance Is Better Than Taste.

I Have The Handicap Of Being Born With A Special Language To Which I Alone Have The Key.

I Have No Use For The Kind Of God Who Goes Walking In His Garden With A Stick, Sends His Friends To Live In The Bellies Of Whales, Gives Up The Ghost With A Groan And Then Comes Back To Life Three Days Later!

Of All The Icy Blasts That Blow On Love, A Request For Money Is The Most Chilling.

Beautiful Things Spoil Nothing.