The True Artist Can Only Labor Con

Hope Is A Delusion; No Hand Can Grasp A Wave Or A Shadow.

There Is A Determined Though Unseen Bravery That Defends Itself Foot By Foot In The Darkness Against The Fatal Invasions Of Necessity And Dishonesty. Noble And Mysterious Triumphs That No Eye Sees, And No Fame Rewards, And No Flourish Of Triumph Salutes. Life, Misfortunes, Isolation, Abandonment, Poverty, Are Battlefields That Have Their Heroes; Obscure Heroes, Sometimes Greater Than The Illustrious Heroes.

Now, One Cannot Read Nonsense With Impunity.

Ideas Can No More Flow Backward Than Can A River.

Do You Hear The People Sing? Singing A Song Of Angry Men