If You Cannot Live Alone,

We All Have Two Lives: The True, The One We Dreamed Of In Childhood And Go On Dreaming Of As Adults In A Substratum Of Mist; The False, The One We Love When We Live With Others, The Practical, The Useful, The One We End Up By Being Put In A Coffin.

Should You Ask Me If I'm Happy, I'll Answer That I'm Not.

I Realize That, While Often Happy And Often Cheerful, I Am Always Sad.

Property Isn't Theft: It's Nothing.

Why Is Art Beautiful? Because It's Useless. Why Is Life Ugly? Because It's All Ends And Purposes And Intentions.