Art is the reasoned derangement of the senses.

I've had it with these cheap sons of bitches who claim they love poetry but never buy a book.

The free, creative, loving people who shine so brightly in my memory of studios and coffee shops have become models for a huge section of the population. If they in turn can just stay alive in the face of power and terror, they may become the decisive section.

The mature man lives quietly, does good privately, takes responsibility for his actions, treats others with friendliness and courtesy, finds mischief boring and avoids it. Without the hidden conspiracy of goodwill, society would not endure an hour.

Art is the reasoned derangement of the senses.

An entomologist is not a bug.

Bohemia is a commune in which the Revolution is over and everyone is a member of the aristocracy