No Painting Is More Replete Than Mondrian's.

We All Are Born Mad. Some Remain So.

In The Name Of Bacon Will You Chicken Me Up That Egg. Shall I Swallow Cave-phantoms?

The End Of A Life Is Always Vivifying.

And What I Have, What I Am, Is Enough, Was Always Enough For Me, And As Far As My Dear Little Sweet Little Future Is Concerned I Have No Qualms, I Have A Good Time Coming.

Unfathomable Mind, Now Beacon, Now Sea.