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To An Old Man Any Place That's Warm Is Homeland.

We Kill Everybody, My Dear. Some With Bullets, Some With Words, And Everybody With Our Deeds. We Drive People Into Their Graves, And Neither See It Nor Feel It.

The More A Human Creature Has Tasted Of Bitter Things The More It Hungers After The Sweet Things Of Life.

An Artist Is A Man Who Digests His Own Subjective Impressions And Knows How To Find A General Objective Meaning In Them, And How To Express Them In A Convincing Form.

In The Maxim Of The Past You Cannot Go Anywhere.