Art Is The Accomplice Of Love.

Most Men Who Rail Against Women Are Railing At One Woman Only.

And There Is Neither Beginning Nor End, Nor Past Nor Future; There Is Only A Present, At The Same Time Static And Ephemeral, Multiple And Absolute. It Is The Vital Ocean In Which We All Share, According To Our Strength, Our Needs Or Our Desires.

Since Art Is The Expression Of Beauty And Beauty Can Be Understood Only In The Form Of The Material Elements Of The True Idea It Contains, Art Has Become Almost Uniquely Feminine. Beauty Is Woman, And Also Art Is Woman.

Nothing Exists Except By Virtue Of A Disequilibrium, An Injustice. All Existence Is A Theft Paid For By Other Existences; No Life Flowers Except On A Cemetery.

Very Simple Ideas Lie Within The Reach Only Of Complex Minds.