There Is An Alchemy In Sorrow. It

The Boundary Between Civilization And Barbarism Is Difficult To Draw: Put One Ring In Your Nose And You Are A Savage, Put Two Rings In Your Ears And You Are Civilized.

The Truly Creative Mind In Any Field Is No More Than This: A Human Creature Born Abnormally, Inhumanly Sensitive. To Him... A Touch Is A Blow, A Sound Is A Noise, A Misfortune Is A Tragedy, A Joy Is An Ecstasy, A Friend Is A Lover, A Lover Is A God, And Failure Is Death.

The Test Of A Civilization Is In The Way That It Cares For Its Helpless Members

The Heart Never Grows Old.

Sooner Or Later The Young Always Betrayed The Old.