Since We're All Going To

...the Habit Of Despair Is Worse Than Despair Itself.

We Have Art In Order Not To Die Of Life.

The Work Of Art Is Born Of The Intelligence's Refusal To Reason The Concrete. It Marks The Triumph Of The Carnal.

For Ever, I Shall Be A Stranger To Myself.

I Know Simply That The Sky Will Last Longer Than I.