Unlike Art And Sex, Money Always Arouses

The Prison Is The State Writ Small.

I Criticize Myself Ruthlessly, But Never Mention The Faults Of Which I Am Truly Ashamed.

A Small Boy Puts His Hand On The Wall, And Looks Down Intently As He Wriggles His Toes. The Birth Of Thought?

Modernism: The Books Are As Hard To Understand As Life Itself.

Jealousy Fuses Megalomania And Self-abandonment.