And The Little Prince Broke Into A

Perhaps Creativity Is Fumbling That Dance Step, Or Driving The Chisel The Wrong Way Into The Stone.

Nobody Grasped You By The Shoulder While There Was Still Time. Now The Clay Of Which You Were Shaped Has Dried And Hardened, And Naught In You Will Ever Awaken The Sleeping Musician, The Poet, The Asronomer That Possibly Inhabited You In The Beginning.

One Is A Member Of A Country, A Profession, A Civilization, A Religion. One Is Not Just A Man.

Treason Implies Responsibility For Something, Control Over Something, Influence Upon Something, Knowledge Of Something. Treason In Our Time Is A Proof Of Genius. Why, I Want To Know, Are Not Traitors Decorated?

Life Has Meaning Only If One Barters It Day By Day For Something Other Than Itself.