The Toad Beneath The Harrow Knows Exactly

And The First Rude Sketch That The World Had Seen Was Joy To His Mighty Heart, Till The Devil Whispered Behind The Leaves 'it's Pretty, But Is It Art?'

Something I Owe To The Soil That Grew-more To The Life That Fed-but Most To Allah Who Gave Me Two Separate Sides Of My Head. I Would Go Without Shirt Or Shoes, Friends, Tobacco, Or Bread Sooner Than For An Instant Lose Either Side Of My Head.

Most Amusements Only Mean Trying To Win Another Person's Money.

It's Clever, But Is It Art?

We Have Forty Million Reasons For Failure, But Not A Single Excuse.