The True Artist Can Only Labor Con

Do You Hear The People Sing Lost In The Valley Of The Night? It Is The Music Of A People Who Are Climbing To The Light. For The Wretched Of The Earth There Is A Flame That Never Dies. Even The Darkest Night Will End And The Sun Will Rise.

Word Which The Finger Of God Has Written On The Brow Of Every Man — Hope!

An Intelligent Hell Would Be Better Than A Stupid Paradise.

The Wise Man Is He Who Knows When And How To Stop

We Are Not Loved By Our Friends For What We Are; Rather, We Are Loved In Spite Of What We Are.