Liberty Is A Different Kind Of Pain

Time Present And Time Past / Are Both Perhaps Present In Time Future.

So I Find Words I Never Thought To Speak In Streets I Never Thought I Should Revisit When I Left My Body On A Distant Shore.

Let Us Go Then, You And I, When The Evening Is Spread Out Against The Sky

The Progress Of An Artist Is A Continual Self-sacrifice, A Continual Extinction Of Personality.

When Forced To Work Within A Strict Framework, The Imagination Is Taxed To Its Utmost And Will Produce Its Richest Ideas. Given Total Freedom, The Work Is Likely To Sprawl.