A Lot Of Jobs Don't Allow You

No Cause Justifies The Deaths Of Innocent People.

On Certain Mornings, As We Turn A Corner, An Exquisite Dew Falls On Our Heart And Then Vanishes. But The Freshness Lingers, And This, Always, Is What The Heart Needs. The Earth Must Have Risen In Just Such A Light The Morning The World Was Born.

The Real Passion Of The Twentieth Century Is Servitude.

True Artists Scorn Nothing.

In Truth, I Was So Good At Being A Man, With Such Plenitude And Simplicity, That I Thought I Was Something Of A Superman.