Gin And Drugs, Dear Lady, Gin And

Never Commit Yourself To A Cheese Without Having First Examined It.

The Progress Of An Artist Is A Continual Self-sacrifice, A Continual Extinction Of Personality.

We Took Up Our Positions, In Obedience To Instructions.

At The Still Point Of The Turning World. Neither Flesh Nor Fleshless; Neither From Nor Towards; At The Still Point, There The Dance Is.

Love Is Most Nearly Itself When Here And Now Cease To Matter.