Everything Is Music For The Born Musician.

Everyone, Deep Down Within, Carries A Small Cemetery Of Those He Has Loved.

History Furnishes To Politics All The Arguments That It Needs, For The Chosen Cause.

It Is Not Peace That I Seek, But Life.

It Is The Artist's Business To Create Sunshine When The Sun Fails.

Let Us Seek Truth Everywhere; Let Us Cull It Wherever We Can Find Its Blossom Or Its Seed. Having Found The Seed, Let Us Scatter It To The Winds Of Heaven. Where Ever It May Blow, It Will Germinate. There Is No Lack In This Wide Universe Of Souls That Will Form The New Ground.