Beginnings Are Always Messy.

The Beginnings And Endings Of All Human Undertakings Are Untidy.

Once Admit That We Have The Right To Inflict Unnecessary Suffering And You Destroy The Very Basis Of Human Society.

One's Eyes Are What One Is, One's Mouth Is What One Becomes.

Beginnings Are Always Messy.

Art Is The One Form Of Human Energy In The Whole World, Which Really Works For Union, And Destroys The Barriers Between Man And Man. It Is The Continual, Unconscious Replacement, However Fleeting, Of Oneself By Another; The Real Cement Of Human Life; The Everlasting Refreshment And Renewal. For, What Is Grievous, Dompting, Grim, About Our Lives Is That We Are Shut Up Within Ourselves, With An Itch To Get Outside Ourselves. And To Be Stolen Away From Ourselves By Art Is A Momentary Relaxation From That Itching, A Minute's Profound, And As It Were Secret, Enfranchisement.