Happiness Is Egotistical.

It Is Rare That One Can See In A Little Boy The Promise Of A Man, But One Can Almost Always See In A Little Girl The Threat Of A Woman.

So He Went Down, Smiling Sceptically And Mutter The Final Word In Human Wisdom: 'perhaps!

Be Kind. Aim For My Heart.

I Have No Will, Unless It Be The Will Never To Decide. I Have Been So Overwhelmed By The Many Storms That Have Broken Over My Head, That I Am Become Passive In The Hands Of The Almighty, Like A Sparrow In The Talons Of An Eagle. I Live, Because It Is Not Ordained For Me To Die.

I Hate This Life Of The Fashionable World, Always Ordered, Measured, Ruled, Like Our Music-paper. What I Have Always Wished For, Desired, And Coveted, Is The Life Of An Artist, Free And Independent, Relying Only On My Own Resources, And Accountable Only To Myself.