Rough Work, Iconoclasm, But The Only Way

Many People Die With Their Music Still In Them. Why Is This So? Too Often It Is Because They Are Always Getting Ready To Live. Before They Know It, Time Runs Out.

Death Tugs At My Ear And Says, 'live. I Am Coming.

Nothing Is So Common-place As To Wish To Be Remarkable.

Love Is The Master-key That Opens The Gates Of Happiness, Of Hatred, Of Jealousy, And, Most Easily Of All, The Gate Of Fear.

Don't Be 'consistent,' But Be Simply True.