Who Fights May Lose, But Who Does

Pleasures First Look From Morning's Window The Rediscovered Book Fascinated Faces Snow, The Change Of The Seasons The Newspaper The Dog Dialectics Showering, Swimming Old Music Comfortable Shoes Comprehension New Music Writing, Planting Traveling Singing Being Friendly

On Thinking About Hell, I Gather My Brother Shelley Found It Was A Place Much Like The City Of London. I Who Live In Los Angeles And Not In London Find, On Thinking About Hell, That It Must Be Still More Like Los Angeles.

It's Never Too Late For Those Whose Time Has Come.

If Art Reflects Life, It Does So With Special Mirrors.

For Time Flows On, And If It Did Not, It Would Be A Bad Prospect For Those Who Do Not Sit At Golden Tables. Methods Become Exhausted; Stimuli No Longer Work. New Problems Appear And Demand New Methods. Reality Changes; In Order To Represent It, Modes Of Representation Must Also Change. Nothing Comes From Nothing; The New Comes From The Old, But That Is Why It Is New.