Art Is Our Defense Against Hysteria And

Love Is Not Love Until Love's Vulnerable.

What Have I Done, Dear God, To Deserve This Perpetual Feeling That I'm Almost Ready To Begin Something Really New?

I'm Sure I've Been A Toad, One Time Or Another. With Bats, Weasels, Worms...i Rejoice In The Kinship. Even The Caterpillar I Can Love, And The Various Vermin.

Art Is Our Defense Against Hysteria And Death.

Teach As An Old Fishing Guide Takes Out A Beginner.