I And You-we Are Infinate, Rich, Large,

Every Person Passing Through This Life Will Unknowingly Leave Something And Take Something Away. Most Of This “something” Cannot Be Seen Or Heard Or Numbered Or Scientifically Detected Or Counted. It’s What We Leave In The Minds Of Other People And What They Leave In Ours. Memory. The Census Doesn’t Count It. Nothing Counts Without It.

It Doesn’t Matter What You Say You Believe - It Only Matters What You Do.

One Of Life's Best Coping Mechanisms Is To Know The Difference Between An Inconvenience And A Problem. If You Break Your Neck, If You Have Nothing To Eat, If Your House Is On Fire, Then You’ve Got A Problem. Everything Else Is An Inconvenience. Life Is Inconvenient. Life Is Lumpy. A Lump In The Oatmeal, A Lump In The Throat And A Lump In The Breast Are Not The Same Kind Of Lump. One Needs To Learn The Difference.

An Artists Job Is To See. And To Go Out In The World And See It Firsthand, Just As It Is; To Report With Line And Words What Is Seen. To Be In The World, Not Just Study About The World, That Is The Artists Task

The Name Is Not Important Anymore - It's The Tone That Counts. I Feel Like An Old Dog I Know. He Will Come To Any Name You Call Him, Just So Long As Your Demeanor Carries With It The Promise Of Affection And Food