If I Can Not Dance, I Shall

When A Small Child, I Thought That Success Spelled Happiness. I Was Wrong, Happiness Is Like A Butterfly Which Appears And Delights Us For One Brief Moment, But Soon Flits Away.

Where There Is No Heart There Is No Art.

It Is By The Steady Elimination Of Everything Which Is Ugly - Thoughts And Words No Less Than Tangible Objects - And By The Substitution Of Things Of True And Lasting Beauty That The Whole Progress Of Humanity Proceeds.

Get My Swan Costume Ready.

When A Small Child... I Thought That Success Spelled Happiness. I Was Wrong.