Love, Smoke And A Cough Cannot Long

Without Dreams And Phantoms Man Cannot Exist.

There Are Some Of Us Who In After Years Say To Fate, 'now Deal Us Your Hardest Blow, Give Us What You Will; But Let Us Never Again Suffer As We Suffered When We Were Children.' The Barb In The Arrow Of Childhood's Suffering Is This: Its Intense Loneliness, Its Intense Ignorance.

How Hard It Is To Make Your Thoughts Look Anything But Imbecile Fools When You Paint Them With Ink On Paper.

A Child Sees Everything, Looks Straight At It, Examines It, Without Any Preconceived Idea.

Now We Have No God. We Have Had Two: The Old God That Our Fathers Handed Down To Us, That We Hated, And Never Liked; The New One That We Made For Ourselves, That We Loved; But Now He Has Flitted Away From Us, And We See What He Was Made Of - The Shadow Of Our Highest Ideal, Crowned And Throned. Now We Have No God.