Art Is Science Made Flesh.

The Preservation Of Friendship Is Seen As Opportunism. You Are Required To Be In One Camp Or The Other. You Are Enjoined To Cut Your Heartstrings If They Extend Across The Barricade.

Lying Is The Only Art Form That The Public Sanctions And Instinctively Prefers To Reality.

I Only Fear The Death Of Others. For Me, True Death Is That Of The People I Love

The Joy Of Youth Is To Disobey; But The Trouble Is That There Are No Longer Any Orders.

Poetry Is A Religion Without Hope, But Its Martyrs Guarantee The Eternal Truth Of Its Dogma.