There Is No Kingdom Like

This Is The Treason Of The Artist: A Refusal To Admit The Banality Of Evil And The Terrible Boredom Of Pain.

If A Book Told You Something When You Were Fifteen, It Will Tell You It Again When You're Fifty, Though You May Understand It So Differently That It Seems You're Reading A Whole New Book.

It Was Men's Ambitions, They Said, That Had Perverted All The Arts To Ends Of Gain.

Owning Is Owing, Having Is Hoarding.

What Sane Person Could Live In This World And Not Be Crazy?