Every Great Work Makes The Human Face

Cruel Irony, The Poor Man Tormented With Hunger Feeds Those Who Plead His Case.

After All Perhaps The Greatness Of Art Lies In The Perpetual Tension Between Beauty And Pain, The Love Of Men And The Madness Of Creation, Unbearable Solitude And The Exhausting Crowd, Rejection And Consent.

We Are All Special Cases.

When You Have Once Seen The Glow Of Happiness On The Face Of A Beloved Person, You Know That A Man Can Have No Vocation But To Awaken That Light On The Faces Surrounding Him. In The Depth Of Winter, I Finally Learned That Within Me There Lay An Invincible Summer.

It Is Always Easy To Be Logical. It Is Almost Impossible To Be Logical To The Bitter End.