If Winter Should Say, 'spring Is In

If It's A Despot You Would Dethrone, See First That His Throne Erected Within You Is Destroyed.

The Creator Gives No Heed To The Critic Unless He Becomes A Barren Inventor.

You Are Not Enclosed Within Your Bodies, Nor Confined To Houses Or Fields. That Which Is You Dwells Above The Mountain And Roves With The Wind.

When We Oppose The Hidden Conscience, It Does Us Hurt. When We Betray It, It Judges Us.

Art Is A Step In The Known Toward The Unknown