This Awful Concept Of Underclass Is Really

In Our World Of Rampant Individualisation, Relationships Are Mixed Blessings. They Vacillate Between A Sweet Dream And A Nightmare, And There Is No Telling When One Turns Into The Other.

The Visual Does Seem To Me The Most Thoroughly Grasped And Recorded Among My Impressions; Sight Seems To Be My Principal Sense Organ, And "seeing" Supplies The Key Metaphors For Reporting The Perception.

You Judge A Society By The Decency Of Living Of The Weakest

Never Paint Epic Canvases During The Revolution, Because The Revolutionaries Will Tear Them Apart.

The Task Is To Keep The Lost Opportunities Of The Past Alive.