We're Going Forward, But Nothing Changes.

I Know Myself Too Well To Believe In Pure Virtue.

Big Tears Of Frustration And Exhaustion Were Streaming Down His Cheeks. But Because Of All The Wrinkles, They Weren't Dripping Off. They Spread Out And Ran Together Again, Leaving A Watery Film Over His Ruined Face.

After All Perhaps The Greatness Of Art Lies In The Perpetual Tension Between Beauty And Pain, The Love Of Men And The Madness Of Creation, Unbearable Solitude And The Exhausting Crowd, Rejection And Consent.

Men Who Have Greatness Within Them Don't Go In For Politics.

Life Is The Sum Of Your Choices.