Great Art Is Clear Thinking About Mixed

If Time Were The Wicked Sheriff In A Horse Opera, I'd Pay For Riding Lessons And Take His Gun Away.

Lay Your Sleeping Head, My Love, Human On My Faithless Arm.

About Suffering They Were Never Wrong, The Old Masters.

We Are All Here On Earth To Help Others; What On Earth The Others Are Here For I Don't Know.

No Human Being Is Innocent, But There Is A Class Of Innocent Human Actions Called Games.