Life Is A Story And God Is

There Are Causes Worth Dying For, But None Worth Killing For.

A Man Who Has Become Conscious Of The Absurd Is For Ever Bound To It.

There Is Scarcely Any Passion Without Struggle.

And Often He Who Has Chosen The Fate Of The Artist Because He Felt Himself To Be Different Soon Realizes That He Can Maintain Neither His Art Nor His Difference Unless He Admits That He Is Like The Others. The Artist Forges Himself To The Others, Midway Between The Beauty He Cannot Do Without And The Community He Cannot Tear Himself Away From.

Thoughts Of Suicide Have Got Me Through Many A Bad Night.