They Never Pay The Slaves Enough So

I Like The Way Mahler Wandered About In His Music And Still Retained His Passion. He Must Have Looked Like An Earthquake Walking Down The Street.

We Are Hardly Ever As Strong As That Which We Create.

Never Envy A Man His Lady. Behind It All Lays A Living Hell.

I Grow Tired Of 18th Century Moralities In A 20th Century Space-atomic Age

Great Art Is Horseshit, Buy Tacos.