Every Day The Choice Is Presented To

On The Meridian Of Time, There Is No Injustice: There Is Only The Poetry Of Motion Creating The Illusion Of Truth And Drama.

'life', Said Emerson, "consists In What A Man Is Thinking All Day." If That Be So, Then My Life Is Nothing But A Big Intestine.

It Is No Accident That Propels People Like Us To Paris.

Work On One Thing At A Time Until Finished.

You Start Out With The Sublime And You End Up In An Alley Jerking Away For Dear Life.