We Are All Ghosts Of Yesterday, And

Once A Person Gave His Talent To The World, The World Put A Stamp Upon It. The Talent Was Not A Personal Possession Any More. It Was Something To Be Traded, Bought And Sold. It Fetched A High Price, Or A Low One. It Was Kicked In The Common Market.

So You See, When War Comes To One’s Village, One’s Doorstep, It Isn’t Tragic And Impersonal Any Longer. It Is Just An Excuse To Vomit Private Hatred. That Is Why I Am Not A Great Patriot.

A Dreamer, I Walked Enchanted, And Nothing Held Me Back.

Men Are Simpler Than You Imagine My Sweet Child. But What Goes On In The Twisted, Tortuous Minds Of Women Would Baffle Anyone.

A Familiar Name On Its Own, However, Does Not Carry Its Bearer Far Unless The Talent Is There, And The Will To Work.