I Do Not Teach Children, I Give

The Butcher With His Bloody Apron Incites Bloodshed, Murder. Why Not? From Cutting The Throat Of A Young Calf To Cutting The Throats Of Our Brothers And Sisters Is But A Step. While We Ourselves Are Living Graves Of Murdered Animals, How Can We Expect Any Ideal Conditions On The Earth?

The Artist Is The Only Lover; He Alone Has The Pure Vision Of Beauty, And Love Is The Vision Of The Soul When It Is Permitted To Gaze Upon Immortal Beauty.

My Motto - Sans Limites.

It Is Only In Romances That People Undergo A Sudden Metamorphosis. In Real Life, Even After The Most Terrible Experiences, The Main Character Remains Exactly The Same.

Movements Are As Eloquent As Words.