The Square Root Of I

The Evolution Of Sense Is, In A Sense, The Evolution Of Nonsense.

There Is Nothing More Atrociously Cruel Than An Adored Child.

There He Stood, In The Camouflage Of Sun And Shade, Disfigured By Them And Masked By His Own Nakedness.

For Better Or Worse, It Is The Commentator Who Has The Last Word.

A Work Of Art Has No Importance Whatever To Society. It Is Only Important To The Individual, And Only The Individual Reader Is Important To Me. I Don't Give A Damn For The Group, The Community, The Masses, And So Forth.