Art Is The Accomplice Of Love.

Man, In Spite Of His Tendency Towards Mendacity, Has A Great Respect For What He Calls The Truth. Truth Is His Staff In His Voyage Through Life; Commonplaces Are The Bread In His Bag And The Wine In His Jug.

The Ever-present Phenomenon Ceases To Exist For Our Senses. It Was A City Dweller, Or A Prisoner, Or A Blind Man Suddenly Given His Sight, Who First Noted Natural Beauty.

For Two Thousand Years Christianity Has Been Telling Us: Life Is Death, Death Is Life; It Is High Time To Consult The Dictionary.

If The Secret Of Being A Bore Is To Tell All, The Secret Of Pleasing Is To Say Just Enough To Be -not Understood, But Divined.

Each Man Must Grant Himself The Emotions That He Needs And The Morality That Suits Him.