For The Merchant, Even Honesty

Torture, As The Art Of Discovering The Truth, Is Barbaric Nonsense; It Is The Application Of A Material Means To A Spiritual End.

The Study Of Beauty Is A Duel In Which The Artist Cries Out In Terror Before He Is Defeated.

The Photographic Industry Was The Refuge Of All The Painters Who Couldn't Make It, Either Because They Had No Talent Or Because They Were Too Lazy To Finish Their Studies. Hence This Universal Infatuation Was Not Only Characterized By Blindness And Stupidity, But Also By Vindictiveness.

The Beautiful Is Always Bizarre.

There Is No More Steely Barb Than That Of The Infinite.