There Is No Suicide For Which All

In My Religion All Believers Would Stop Work At Sundown And Have A Drink Together.

Everyone Has The Right To Express An Opinion. No One Has The Right To Be Listened To.

An Aesthetic Movement With A Revolutionary Dynamism And No Popular Appeal Should Proceed Quite Otherwise Than By Public Scandal, Publicity Stunt, Noisy Expulsion And Excommunication.

Like Those Crabs Which Dress Themselves With Seaweed, We Wear Belief And Custom.

Green Leaves On A Dead Tree Is Our Epitaph-green Leaves, Dear Reader, On A Dead Tree.