I Throw Fresh Seeds Out. Who Knows

We Love Women In Proportion To Their Degree Of Strangeness To Us.

In My Mind It Strolls, As Well As In My Apartment. A Cat, Strong, Sweet And Delightful.

Strangeness Is A Necessary Ingredient In Beauty.

Let Us Beware Of Common Folk, Of Common Sense, Of Sentiment, Of Inspiration, And Of The Obvious.

There Exist Only Three Beings Worthy Of Respect: The Priest, The Soldier, The Poet. To Know, To Kill, To Create.