Art Depends Upon The Inexactitude

Egoism Is The Very Essence Of A Noble Soul.

I Love Those Who Do Not Know How To Live, Except By Going Under, For They Are Those Who Cross Over.

A Thought, Even A Possibility, Can Shatter And Transform Us.

My Genius Is In My Nostrils.

One Is Not Converted To Christianity; One Must Be Morbid Enough For It.