The World Is A Prison In Which

Journalists Write Because They Have Nothing To Say, And Have Something To Say Because They Write.

Heinrich Heine So Loosened The Corsets Of The German Language That Today Every Little Salesman Can Fondle Her Breasts.

If By Day Art Is In The Service Of Business, The Evenings Are Devoted To The Businessman's Enjoyment Of It. That Is Asking A Lot Of Art, But Art And The Businessman Make It Work.

Ideas Are Transplanted By Splitting, Thoughts By Sprouting.

When I Read, It Is Not Acted Literature; But What I Write Is Written Acting.