Ghosts Were Just A Way That Some

I Love This World ... That Is What Rules My Life. When I Die, I Want To Have Done All In My Power To Leave It In A Better State Than It Was In When I Found It. At The Same Time I Know That This Can Never Be. The World Has Grown So Complex That One Voice Can Do Little To Alter It Any Longer. That Doesn't Stop Me From Doing What I Can But It Makes The Task Hard. The Successes Are So Small, The Failures So Large And Many. It's Like Trying To Stem A Storm With One's Bare Hands.

The Best Artists Know What To Leave Out. They Know How Much Of The Support Should Show Through As The Pigment Is Applied, What Details Aren't Necessary.

Thing Is, While I Know Better, I Like Sounding Ignorant. Talk Like This And People Figure You're About As Dumb As A Fencepost, Which Suits Me Fine. Makes It All That Much Easier To Take Advantage Of 'em.

You Don't Have To Be Michelangelo To Teach Basic Art, Just As You Don't Have To Be Shakespeare To Be Able To Teach The Correct Use Of Language.

It May Sound Trite, But Using The Weapons Of The Enemy, No Matter How Good One's Intentions, Makes One The Enemy.