They Climb The Mountain Like Beasts, Stupid

Science And Art Have That In Common That Everyday Things Seem To Them New And Attractive.

The Mother Of Excess Is Not Joy But Joylessness.

...if I Continued To Harbour Any Hope For Music It Lay In The Expectation That A Musician Might Come Who Was Sufficiently Bold, Subtle, Malicious, Southerly, Superhealthy To Confront That Music And In An Immortal Fashion Take Revenge On It.

The Good Four. Honest With Ourselves And With Whatever Is Friend To Us; Courageous Toward The Enemy; Generous Toward The Vanquished; Polite-always That Is How The Four Cardinal Virtues Want Us.

The Lie Is A Condition Of Life.