With God, What Is Terrible

Tragedy Is Clean, It Is Restful, It Is Flawless.

However Tight I Shut My Eyes, There Will Always Be A Stray Dog Somewhere In The World Who'll Stop Me Being Happy.

Life Is Very Nice, But It Lacks Form. It's The Aim Of Art To Give It Some.

Love Is, Above All, The Gift Of Oneself.

What You Get Free Costs Too Much.