I Felt The Urge To

Have You Noticed That Only Death Arouses Our Emotions? How We Love Thee Friends Who Have Just Passed Away, Right? How We Admire Those Master Who No Longer Speak, Their Mouths Full Of Dirt. We Them We Are Not Obligated.

The Only Real Progress Lies In Learning To Be Wrong All Alone.

The First Choice An Artist Makes Is Precisely To Be An Artist, And If He Chooses To Be An Artist It Is In Consideration Of What He Is Himself And Because Of A Certain Idea He Has Of Art

I Feel More Fellowship With The Defeated Than With Saints.

All That I Know Most Surely About Morality And Obligations I Owe To Football.