Art Is The Flower Of Life And,

Nothing Exists Except By Virtue Of A Disequilibrium, An Injustice. All Existence Is A Theft Paid For By Other Existences; No Life Flowers Except On A Cemetery.

Man Is The Inventor Of Stupidity.

Intelligence, That Sublimation Of The Sensibility, That Organ Of The Need To Know, Is Sterilized Sensibility.

Cliche Refers To Words, Commonplace To Ideas. Cliche Describes The Form Or The Letter, Commonplace The Substance Or Spirit. To Confuse Them Is To Confuse The Thought With The Expression Of The Thought. The Cliche Is Immediately Perceivable; The Commonplace Very Often Escapes Notice If Decked Out In Original Dress. There Are Few Examples, In Any Literature, Of New Ideas Expressed In Original Form. The Most Critical Mind Must Often Be Content With One Or The Other Of These Pleasures, Only Too Happy When It Is Not Deprived Of Both At Once, Which Is Not Too Rarely The Case.

Man Has Made Use Of His Intelligence; He Invented Stupidity.