At The Moment Of Vision, The Eyes

They Looked At Each Other, Baffled, In Love And Hate.

They Accepted The Pleasures Of Morning, The Bright Sun, The Whelming Sea And Sweet Air, As A Time When Play Was Good And Life So Full That Hope Was Not Necessary And Therefore Forgotten.

I Do Think That Art That Doesn't Communicate Is Useless.

Childhood Is A Disease - A Sickness That You Grow Out Of.

What A Man Does Defiles Him, Not What Is Done By Others.