I Get So Tired Of

In The Arts, You Simply Cannot Secure Your Bread And Your Freedom Of Action Too. You Cannot Be A Hostile Critic Of Society And Expect Society To Feed You Regularly.

Nothing Is Mine, I Have Only Nothing But It Is Enough, It Is Beautiful And It Is All Mine. Do I Even Walk About In My Own Skin Or Is It Something I Have Borrowed To Spare My Modesty?

All Working, Practical Political Systems, Even Those Professing To Originate In Moral Grandeur, Are Based Upon And Operate By Contempt Of Human Life And The Individual Fate.

We Are Born Knowing Death.

The Real Sin Against Life Is To Abuse And Destroy Beauty, Even One's Own.