What Did It Mean To Be Called

Wayne: You Wanna Know Why I Really Came To Find You? Waxilliam: Why? Wayne: I Thought Of You Happy In A Comfy Bed, Resting And Relaxing, Spending The Rest Of Your Life Sipping Tea And Reading Papers While People Bring You Food And Maids Rub Your Toes And Stuff. Waxilliam: And? Wayne: And I Just Couldn't Leave You To A Fate Like That...i'm Too Good A Friend To Let A Mate Of Mine Die In Such A Terrible Situation. Waxilliam: Comfortable? Wayne: No. Boring.

He Found Himself Weeping. Not For The Future Or For The Emperor. These Were The Tears Of A Man Who Saw Before Himself A Masterpiece. True Art Was More Than Beauty; It Was More Than Technique. It Was Not Just Imitation. It Was Boldness, It Was Contrast, It Was Subtlety.

Small Things Were Important. Secods Were Small Things, And If You Heaped Enough Of Those On Top Of One Another, They Became A Man's Life.

Wherever It May Be, Whoever May Hold It. That's Who I Am.

The Finest Defense Of Character Is Correct Action. Acquaint Yourself With Virtue, And You Can Expect Proper Treatment From Those Around You.