I strove with none, for none was worth my strife;
Nature I loved; and next to Nature, Art.
I warmed both hands before the fire of life;
It sinks, and I am ready to depart.
Walter Savage Landor.
If you describe things as better as they are, you are considered to be romantic; if you describe things as worse than they are, you are called a realist; and if you describe things exactly as they are, you are called a satirist.
Gore Vidal.
1 + 26 = ∞.
The mediocre never match the great, but the great often match the mediocre.
Language is an isthmus between reality and imagination.
Language makes sense of the senses.
Wasps can sting; birds can sing: words can do both.
When you open a book, the second-most complex thing known to man is right before your eyes. The most complex thing of all is right behind your eyes.
Onan the Vulgarian.
“The true independent is he who dwells detached and remote from the little herds as well as from the big herd. Affiliating with no group or cabal of mice or monkeys, he is of course universally suspect.†—
The Black Book of Gore Vidal.