Once More I Am A Wanderer, A

Painting Predicates What Man Wants To See, And What Man Ought To See, Not What He Ordinarily Sees.

Few People Have The Imagination For Reality.

Nobody, They Say, Is A Hero To His Valet. Of Course; For A Man Must Be A Hero To Understand A Hero. The Valet, I Dare Say, Has Great Respect For Some Person Of His Own Stamp.

Unlimited Activity, Of Whatever Kind, Must End In Bankruptcy.

In The End We Are All Separate: Our Stories, No Matter How Similar, Come To A Fork And Diverge. We Are Drawn To Each Other Because Of Our Similarities, But It Is Our Differences We Must Learn To Respect.