Everyone Would Like To Behave Like A

We're Going Forward, But Nothing Changes.

There Is In Me An Anarchy And Frightful Disorder. Creating Makes Me Die A Thousand Deaths, Because It Means Making Order, And My Entire Being Rebels Against Order. But Without It I Would Die, Scattered To The Winds.

Truth Is Mysterious, Elusive, Always To Be Conquered. Liberty Is Dangerous, As Hard To Live With As It Is Elating. We Must March Toward These Two Goals, Painfully But Resolutely, Certain In Advance Of Our Failings On So Long A Road.

In Holland, Everyone Is An Expert In Painting And In Tulips.

The Future Is The Only Kind Of Property That The Masters Willingly Concede To The Slaves.