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Every Page Must Explode, Whether Through Seriousness, Profundity, Turbulence, Nausea, The New, The Eternal, Annihilating Nonsense, Enthusiasm For Principles, Or The Way It Is Printed.

You Are Always Looking For Already-felt Emotions, Just As You Like To Get An Old Pair Of Trousers Back From The Cleaners, Which Seem New When You Don't Look Too Closely. Artists Are Cleaners, Don't Let Yourself Be Taken In By Them. True Modern Works Of Art Are Made Not By Artists But Quite Simply By Men.

The Future Is A Monotonous Instrument

Let Us Never Forget That The Greatest Man Is Never More Than An Animal Disguised As A God.

Good Taste Is As Tiring As Good Company.