He Who Is Not Master Of His

I Have Been Loving You A Little More Every Minute Since This Morning.

There Exists, At The Bottom Of All Abasement And Misfortune, A Last Extreme Which Rebels And Joins Battle With The Forces Of Law And Respectability In A Desperate Struggle, Waged Partly By Cunning And Partly By Violence, At Once Sick And Ferocious, In Which It Attacks The Prevailing Social Order With The Pin-pricks Of Vice And The Hammer-blows Of Crime.

Between The Government Which Does Evil And The People Who Accept It - There Is A Certain Shameful Solidarity.

There Are People Who Observe The Rules Of Honor As One Observes The Stars, From A Great Distance.

The Aim Of Art Is Almost Divine: To Bring To Life Again If It Is Writing History, To Create If It Is Writing Poetry.