It Is Easy To Promise, And Alas!

I Have Come Too Late Into A World Too Old.

[i]f You Are Truly A Man, Sure Of Yourself And Confident Of Your Strength, You May Taste Of Life Without Fear And Without Reserve; You May Be Sad Or Joyous, Deceived Or Respected; But Be Sure You Are Loved, For What Matters The Rest?

Great Artists Have No Country.

You’re Like A Lighthouse Shining Beside The Sea Of Humanity, Motionless: All You Can See Is Your Own Reflection In The Water. You’re Alone, So You Think It’s A Vast, Magnificent Panorama. You Haven’t Sounded The Depths. You Simply Believe In The Beauty Of God’s Creation. But I Have Spent All This Time In The Water, Diving Deep Into The Howling Ocean Of Life, Deeper Than Anyone. While You Were Admiring The Surface, I Saw The Shipwrecks, The Drowned Bodies, The Monsters Of The Deep

The Return Makes One Love The Farewell.