We Relish News Of Our Heroes, Forgetting

One Has To Grow Up With Good Talk In Order To Form The Habit Of It.

There Is Only One Terminal Dignity - Love.

Perhaps We Have Been Misguided Into Taking Too Much Responsibility From Our Children, Leaving Them Too Little Room For Discovery

In The Last Stages Of A Final Illness, We Need Only The Absence Of Pain And The Presence Of Family.

I Cry Out For Order And Find It Only In Art.