The Great Majority Of Men Are Bundles

The Soul Of God Is Poured Into The World Through The Thoughts Of Men.

Give Me Wine To Wash Me Clean Of The Weather-stains Of Cares

We Are Symbols, And Inhabit Symbols.

Everything Intercepts Us From Ourselves.

The Torpid Artist Seeks Inspiration At Any Cost, By Virtue Or By Vice, By Friend Or By Fiend, By Prayer Or By Wine.