The Fact Is That The Intrinsic Worth

Get Out Of My Way; For I Won't Stop For You.

Hypocrisy ... Is Only Bad When It Is Improperly Used.

Dancing Is A Very Crude Attempt To Get Into The Rhythm Of Life.

When I See That The Nineteenth Century Has Crowned The Idolatry Of Art With The Deification Of Love, So That Every Poet Is Supposed To Have Pierced To The Holy Of Holies When He Has Announced That Love Is The Supreme, Or The Enough, Or The All, I Feel That Art Was Safer In The Hands Of The Most Fanatical Of Cromwell's Major Generals Than It Will Be If Ever It Gets Into Mine.

Words Are Only Postage Stamps Delivering The Object For You To Unwrap