Patriotism is the last refuge of the sculptor.

Patriotism is the last refuge of the scoundrel.

With first-rate sherry flowing into second-rate whores,
And third-rate conversation without one single pause:
Just like a young couple
Between the wars.

On a sofa upholstered in panther skin
Mona did researches in original sin.

When her guests were awash with champagne and with gin,
She was recklessly sober, as sharp as a pin.
An abstemious man would reel at her look,
As she rolled a bright eye and praised his last book.

It is the function of creative men to perceive the relations between thoughts, or things, or forms of expression that may seem utterly different, and to be able to combine them into some new forms-the power to connect the seemingly unconnected.