True Life Is Elsewhere

Genius Is The Recovery Of Childhood At Will.

For A Long Time I Found The Celebrities Of Modern Painting And Poetry Ridiculous. I Loved Absurd Pictures, Fanlights, Stage Scenery, Mountebanks Backcloths, Inn-signs, Cheap Colored Prints; Unfashionable Literature, Church Latin, Pornographic Books Badly Spelt, Grandmothers Novels, Fairy Stories, Little Books For Children, Old Operas, Empty Refrains, Simple Rhythms.

What An Old Maid I'm Getting To Be. Lacking The Courage To Be In Love With Death!

My Wisdom Is As Spurned As Chaos. What Is My Nothingness, Compared To The Amazement That Awaits You?

A Man Who Wants To Mutilate Himself Is Certainly Damned, Isn't He?