For The Serious Artist Does Not Satisfy

It's Funny How The Colors Of The Real World Only Seem Really Real When You Watch Them On A Screen.

Then, Brothers, It Came. Oh, Bliss, Bliss And Heaven. I Lay All Nagoy To The Ceiling, My Gulliver On My Rookers On The Pillow, Glazzies Closed, Rot Open In Bliss, Slooshying The Sluice Of Lovely Sounds. Oh, It Was Gorgeousness And Gorgeosity Made Flesh.

The State Is Never So Efficient As When It Wants Money.

But, Brothers, This Biting Of Their Toe-nails Over What Is The Cause Of Badness Is What Turns Me Into A Fine Laughing Malchick. They Don't Go Into What Is The Cause Of Goodness, So Why Of The Other Shop?

...the Essential Intention Is The Real Sin. A Man Who Cannot Choose Ceases To Be A Man.