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Your Mind And You Are Our Sargasso Sea.

When Words Cease To Cling Close To Things, Kingdoms Fall, Empires Wane And Diminish.

A Civilized Man Is One Who Will Give A Serious Answer To A Serious Question. Civilization Itself Is A Certain Sane Balance Of Values.

I Should Consent To Breed Under Pressure, If I Were Convinced In Any Way Of The Reasonableness Of Reproducing The Species. But My Nerves And The Nerves Of Any Woman I Could Live With Three Months, Would Produce Only A Victim... Lacking In Impulse, A Mere Bundle Of Discriminations. If I Were Wealthy I Might Subsidize A Stud Of Young Peasants, Or A Tribal Group In Tahiti.

Artists Are The Antennae Of The Race.