Your Only Hope Of Satisfying Others Is

Art Need Not Be Intended. It Comes Inevitably As The Tree From The Root, The Branch From The Trunk, The Blossom From The Twig. None Of These Forget The Present In Looking Backward Or Forward. They Are Occupied Wholly With The Fulfillment Of Their Own Existence.

When We Respect The Nude, We Will No Longer Have Any Shame About It.

All The Past Up To A Moment Ago Is Your Legacy. You Have A Right To It.

Count On Big Lines To Express Your Ideas.

The Fun Of Living Is That We Have To Make Ourselves, After All.