It Is For Him That Is Lonely

Artists Cannot Help Themselves; They Are Driven To Create By Their Nature, But For That Nature To Truly Thrive, We Need To Preserve The Precious Habitat In Which That Beauty Can Flourish.

Don't Think Too Much Of Style.

Speak But One Word To Me.

The Heart Desires, The Hand Refrains. The Godhead Fires, The Soul Attains.

When Socialism Comes, It May Be In Such A Form That We Won't Like It.