To Be In Hell Is

All Great Truths Begin As Blasphemies.

Indifference Is The Essence Of Inhumanity.

The Hand Of The Painter Is Incurably Mechanical: His Technique Is Incurably Artificial... The Camera... Is So Utterly Unmechanical.

We Are The Living Graves Of Murdered Beasts, Slaughtered To Satisfy Our Appetites. How Can We Hope In This World To Attain The Peace We Say We Are So Anxious For?

I Want To Be Thoroughly Used Up When I Die, For The Harder I Work The More I Live. I Rejoice In Life For Its Own Sake.