I'm Upset By The Happiness Of All

Art Gives Us The Illusion Of Liberation From The Sordid Business Of Being.

Property Isn't Theft: It's Nothing.

I Had The Same Sensation As When We Watch Someone Sleep. When Asleep We All Become Children Again. Perhaps Because In The State Of Slumber We Can Do No Wrong And Are Unconscious Of Life, The Greatest Criminal And Most Self- Absorbed Egotist Are Holy, By A Natural Magic, As Long As They're Sleeping. For Me There's No Discernible Difference Between Killing A Child And Killing A Sleeping Man.

The Human Soul Is An Abyss

My Soul's The Present Shadow Of A Presence Gone.