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The Past Is The Only Dead Thing That Smells Sweet.

Words Today Are Like The Shells And Rope Of Seaweed Which A Child Brings Home Glistening From The Beach And Which In An Hour Have Lost Their Luster.

The Worst Vice Of The Solitary Is The Worship Of His Food.

For What Is Liberty But The Unhampered Translation Of Will Into Act?

An Aesthetic Movement With A Revolutionary Dynamism And No Popular Appeal Should Proceed Quite Otherwise Than By Public Scandal, Publicity Stunt, Noisy Expulsion And Excommunication.