It Is Not Peace We Seek But

The Artist's Work Constitutes The Only Satisfactory Relationship He Can Have With His Fellow Men Since He Seeks His Real Friends Among The Dead And The Unborn.

The Sense Of Truth No Matter How Subjective Is Necessary For The Experience Of Beauty.

I'm Trying To Die Correctly, But It's Very Difficult, You Know.

Who Invented The Human Heart, I Wonder? Tell Me, And Then Show Me The Place Where He Was Hanged.

It's Unthinkable Not To Love - You'd Have A Severe Nervous Breakdown. Or You'd Have To Be Philip Larkin.