We Are Like Trees. We Wear All

Human Dignity Is More Precious Than Prestige.

Upon The Clothes Behind The Tenement, That Hang Like Ghosts Suspended From The Lines, Linking Each Flat, But To Each Indifferent, Incongruous And Strange The Moonlight Shines.

Idealism Is Like A Castle In The Air If It Is Not Based On A Solid Foundation Of Social And Political Realism.

The Shivering Birds Beneath The Eaves Have Sheltered For The Night.

It's When You Are Down That You Learn About Your Faults.