Whatever The Public Blames You For, Cultivate

The Runner Stopped Dead, Lost His Balance, Froze In One Of Those Violent Attitudes In Which The Photographers Petrify Living Reality.

Art Is Not A Pastime But A Priesthood.

What Uniform Can I Wear To Hide My Heavy Heart? It Is Too Heavy. It Will Always Show.

If It Has To Choose Who Is To Be Crucified, The Crowd Will Always Save Barabbas.

It Is Excruciating To Be An Unbeliever With A Spirit That Is Deeply Religious.