This Is The Treason Of The Artist:

The World Is In Balance . To Light A Candle Is To Cast A Shadow.

It Was Men's Ambitions, They Said, That Had Perverted All The Arts To Ends Of Gain.

Freedom Is A Heavy Load, A Great And Strange Burden For The Spirit To Undertake. It Is Not Easy. It Is Not A Gift Given, But A Choice Made, And The Choice May Be A Hard One. The Road Goes Upward Towards The Light; But The Laden Traveler May Never Reach The End Of It.

Grieving, Like Being Blind, Is A Strange Business; You Have To Learn How To Do It. We Seek Company In Mourning, But After The Early Bursts Of Tears, After The Praises Have Been Spoken, And The Good Days Remembered, And The Lament Cried, And The Grave Closed, There Is No Company In Grief. It Is A Burden Borne Alone.

There Are Times When You Have To Speak Because Silence Is Betrayal.