It Is Difficult To Write A Paradiso

Colloquial Poetry Is To The Real Art As The Barber's Wax Dummy Is To Sculpture.

The Concept Of Genius As Akin To Madness Has Been Carefully Cultivated By The Inferiority Complex Of The Public.

I Ask A Wreathwhich Will Not Crush My Head. And There Is No Hurry About It; I Shall Have, Doubtless, A Boom After My Funeral, Seeing That Long Standing Increases All Things Regardless Of Quality.

A Slave Is One Who Waits For Someone To Come And Free Him.

Nothing Written For Pay Is Worth Printing. Only What Has Been Written Against The Market.