Art Is The Daughter Of Freedom.

Satisfy A Few To Please Many Is Bad.

I Feel An Army In My Fist.

The Joke Loses Everything When The Joker Laughs Himself.

Did You Think The Lion Was Sleeping Because He Didn't Roar?

What Else Is Chance But The Rude Stone Which Receives Its Life From The Sculptor's Hand? Providence Gives Us Chance, And Man Must Mould It To His Own Designs.