It Is The Duty Of Every Patriot

Journeys, Like Artists, Are Born And Not Made. A Thousand Differing Circumstances Contribute To Them, Few Of Them Willed Or Determined By The Will-whatever We May Think.

These Are The Moments Which Are Not Calculable, And Cannot Be Assessed In Words; They Live On In The Solution Of Memory, Like Wonderful Creatures, Unique Of Their Own Kind, Dredged Up From The Floors Of Some Unexplored Ocean.

Whatever The Heart Desires, It Purchases At The Cost Of Soul

Life, The Raw Material, Is Only Lived In Potentia Until The Artist Deploys It In His Work.

Truth Is A Woman. That Is Why It Is Enigmatic.