I Blundered Into Writing.

The Blues Is An Art Of Ambiguity, An Assertion Of The Irrepressibly Human Over All Circumstances, Whether Created By Others Or By One's Own Human Failing.

Power Doesn't Have To Show Off. Power Is Confident, Self-assuring, Self-starting And Self-stopping, Self-warming And Self-justifying. When You Have It, You Know It.

Life Is As The Sea, Art A Ship In Which Man Conquers Life's Crushing Formlessness, Reducing It To A Course, A Series Of Swells, Tides And Wind Currents Inscribed On A Chart.

America Is Woven Of Many Strands. I Would Recognise Them And Let It So Remain. Our Fate Is To Become One, And Yet Many. This Is Not Prophecy, But Description.

Injustice Wears Ever The Same Harsh Face Wherever It Shows Itself.