Nothing Gives Quite The Satisfaction That Doing

Realism, In So Far As The Word Means Reality To Life, Is Always Bad Art.

Most People Are Afraid To Trust Their Imaginations And The Artist Is Not.

If Our Family Was Poor, Of What Did Our Poverty Consist? If Our Clothes Were Torn The Torn Places Only Let In The Sun And Wind. In The Winter We Had No Overcoats, But That Only Meant We Ran Rather Than Loitered.

A Man Needs A Purpose For Real Health.

Everyone In The World Is Christ And They Are All Crucified.