I Work Whenever I'm Let.

If We Say I Love You, It May Be Received With Doubt, For There Are Times When It Is Hard To Believe. Say I Hate You, And The One Spoken To Believes It Instantly, Once For All. ... Love Must Be Learned, And Learned Again And Again; There Is No End To It. Hate Needs No Instruction, But Waits Only To Be Provoked.

You Are Right, None Of Us Live Enough, And Sometimes I Think It Is Because We Mistake Hurrah And Hullabaloo For Experience, We Get A Sock In The Eye And Think It Is A Broken Heart.

A Cultivated Style Would Be Like A Mask. Everybody Knows It's A Mask, And Sooner Or Later You Must Show Yourself -- Or At Least, You Show Yourself As Someone Who Could Not Afford To Show Himself, And So Created Something To Hide Behind. You Do Not Create A Style. You Work, And Develop Yourself; Your Style Is An Emanation From Your Own Being.

God Does Not Know Whether A Skin Is Black Or White, He Sees Only Souls.

Be Respectful Of Words. They Mean Something.