After All, Life Hasn't Much To Offer

I See You're Looking At My Cuff Buttons." I Hadn't Been Looking At Them, But I Did Now.

Great Art Is The Contempt Of A Great Man For Small Art.

He Found What A Grotesque Thing A Rose Is And How Raw The Sunlight Was Upon The Scarcely Created Grass.

He Was So Terrible That He Was No Longer Terrible, Only Dehumanized.

I’ve Heard It Said That Daisy’s Murmur Was Only To Make People Lean Toward Her; An Irrelevant Criticism That Made It No Less Charming.