With Wine, Poetry, Or Virtue As You

What Is Art? Prostitution.

Any Newspaper, From The First Line To The Last, Is Nothing But A Web Of Horrors, I Cannot Understand How An Innocent Hand Can Touch A Newspaper Without Convulsing In Disgust.

Torture, As The Art Of Discovering The Truth, Is Barbaric Nonsense; It Is The Application Of A Material Means To A Spiritual End.

Go Then, A Starveling Girl With No Perfume Or Pearls, Only Your Nudity O My Beauty!

He Who Looks Through An Open Window Sees Fewer Things Than He Who Looks Through A Closed Window.