Love Joins And Then Divides. How Else

History Is An Endless Repetition Of The Wrong Way Of Living.

The Cocktail Party - As The Name Itself Indicates - Was Originally Invented By Dogs. They Are Simply Bottom-sniffings Raised To The Rank Of Formal Ceremonies.

Art—the Meaning Of The Pattern Of Our Common Actions In Reality. The Cloth-of-gold That Hides Behind The Sackcloth Of Reality, Forced Out By The Pain Of Human Memory.

After All The Work Of The Philosophers On His Soul And The Doctors On His Body, What Can We Really Say We Know About A Man? That He Is, When All Is Said And Done, Just A Passage For Liquids And Solids, A Pipe Of Flesh.

Whatever The Heart Desires, It Purchases At The Cost Of Soul