Mistrust Those In Whom The Urge To

Those Who Create Are Hard Of Heart.

Art Depends Upon The Inexactitude Of Sight.

"this - Is Now My Way - Where Is Yours"? Thus Did I Answer Those Who Asked Me "the Way". For The Way - It Does Not Exist!

The Newspaper Reader Says: This Party Will Ruin Itself If It Makes Errors Like This. My Higher Politics Says: A Party Which Makes Errors Like This Is Already Finished -- It Is No Longer Secure In Its Instincts.

I Love Him Who Is Ashamed When The Dice Fall In His Favour, And Who Then Asketh: "am I A Dishonest Player?" - For He Is Willing To Succumb.