Who am I to tamper with a masterpiece?

We live, I regret to say, in an age of Big Data hype.

Medievalism, with its saints and martyrs, its love of self-torture, its wild passion for wounding itself, its gashing with knives, and its whipping with rods - Medievalism is real Christianity, and the medieval Christ is the real Christ.

Now, nothing should be able to harm a man except himself. Nothing should be able to rob a man at all. What a man really has, is what is in him. What is outside of him should be a matter of no importance.

All art is quite useless.

It is art, and art only, that reveals us to ourselves.

The typewriting machine, when played with expression, is no more annoying than the piano when played by a sister or near relation.