The Most Honest Of Men Is The

Living For Oneself Is A Bad Thing. The Keenest Intellectual Pleasure Comes From Being Able To Return To The Self After Being Absent From It For A Spell. But Living All The Time Inside The Self, That Most Tyrannical, Demanding And Capricious Of Companions - No, One Shouldn't Do It.

Life Is A Slate Where All Our Sins Are Written; From Time To Time We Rub The Sponge Of Repentance Over It So We Can Begin Sinning Again.

Life Isn't Always Easy But So Long As We Have Hope That We Will Find Someone To Help Us Through The Darkness Things Will Always Get Better. When We Find That Person, Life Suddenly Explodes And Darkness Turns Into A Riot Of Colour. We're Always Looking For Someone, What We Need To Remember Is That Someone Is Out There Looking For Us Too.

The Artist Vocation Is To Send Light Into The Human Heart.

... When We Are Misunderstood It Is Always Our Own Fault. What The Reader Wants Most Of All Is To Be Able To Grasp What We Think; But You Loftily Refuse To Comply.