I Know Nothing More Noble Than The

Put All Your Rage And Madness Into Your Work And Live As Orderly A Life As Possible.

Art Is Nothing Without Form.

I Invite All Brats To Throw Their Cookies At The Baker's Head If They're Not Sweet, Winos To Chuck Their Wine If It's Bad, The Dying To Shuck Their Souls When They Croak, And Men To Throw Their Existence In God's Face When It's Bitter

My Kingdom Is As Wide As The Universe And My Wants Have No Limits. I Go Forward Always, Freeing Spirits And Weighing Words, Without Fear, Without Compassion, Without Love, Without God. I Am Called Science.

What Wretched Poverty Of Language! To Compare Stars To Diamonds!