Science Is Spectral Analysis. Art Is Light

My Language Is The Common Prostitute That I Turn Into A Virgin.

An Artist Should Make Concessions To The Listener. That Is Why Bruckner Dedicated One Of His Symphonies To The Good Lord.

My Respect For The Inconsiderable Is Assuming Gigantic Dimensions.

Democracy Divides People Into Workers And Loafers. It Makes No Provision For Those Who Have No Time To Work.

Satire Chooses And Knows No Objects. It Arises By Fleeing From Them And Their Forcing Themselves Upon It.