Nations, Like Families, Have Great

Beauty Is The Sole Ambition, The Exclusive Goal Of Taste.

What Could Be More Simple And More Complex, More Obvious And More Profound Than A Portrait.

The Devil Pulls The Strings Which Make Us Dance; We Find Delight In The Most Loathsome Things; Some Furtherance Of Hell Each New Day Brings, And Yet We Feel No Horror In That Rank Advance.

God Is The Only Being Who, In Order To Reign, Doesn't Even Need To Exist.

What Is Exhilarating In Bad Taste Is The Aristocratic Pleasure Of Giving Offense.