The Life Of Our City Is Rich

Today I Had A Strange Warning. I Felt The Wind Of Insanity Brush My Mind.

If Wine Were To Disappear From Human Production, I Believe It Would Cause An Absence, A Failure In Health And Intellect, A Void Much More Terrifying Than All The Recesses And The Deviations For Which Wine Is Regarded As Responsible.

It Is One Of The Prodigious Privileges Of Art That The Horrific, Artistically Expressed, Becomes Beauty, And That Sorrow, Given Rhythm And Cadence, Fills The Spirit With A Calm Joy.

No Task Is A Long One But The Task On Which One Dare Not Start. It Becomes A Nightmare.

Always Be Drunk ... Get Drunk Militantly. Just Get Drunk.