I Don't Think The English Like Me.

The Dead Live." "how Do They Live?" "by Love.

I Will Tell You What War Is. War Is A Psychosis Caused By An Inability To See Relationships. Our Relationship With Our Fellowmen. Our Relationship With Our Economic And Historical Situation. And Above All Our Relationship To Nothingness, To Death.

You Must Make, Always. You Must Act, If You Believe Something. Talking About Acting Is Like Boasting About Pictures You're Going To Paint. The Most Terrible Bad Form.

In Essence The Renaissance Was Simply The Green End Of One Of Civilization's Hardest Winters.

Edith Sitwell's Interest In Art Was Largely Confined To Portraits Of Herself.