Understanding Is Often A Prelude To Forgiveness,

This Grossly Advertised Wonder [venice], This Gold Idol With Clay Feet, This Trompe-l'oeil, This Painted Deception, This Cliche-what Intelligent Iconoclast Could Fail To Experience A Destructive Impulse In Her Presence?

We All Live In Suspense, From Day To Day, From Hour To Hour; In Other Words, We Are The Hero Of Our Own Story.

All Dramatic Realism Is Somewhat Sadistic; An Audience Is Persuaded To Watch Something That Makes It Uncomfortable And From Which No Relief Is Offered - No Laughter, No Tears, No Purgation.

For Me, In Fact, The Mark Of The Historic Is The Nonchalance With Which It Picks Up An Individual And Deposits Him In A Trend, Like A House Playfully Moved By A Tornado.

The Only Form Of Action Open To A Child Is To Break Something Or Strike Someone, Its Mother Or Another Child; It Cannot Cause Things To Happen In The World.