I Don't Trust Him. We're Friends.

All Artforms Are In The Service Of The Greatest Of All Arts: The Art Of Living.

Here Today We Huddle Tight As The Darkest Heathens Might The Snow Falls Chilly On Our Skin The Snow Is Forcing Its Way In. Hush, Snow, Come In With Us To Dwell: We Were Thrown Out By Heaven As Well.

Because Things Are The Way They Are, Things Will Not Stay The Way They Are.

Art And Science Work In Quite Different Ways: Agreed. But, Bad As It May Sound, I Have To Admit That I Cannot Get Along As An Artist Without The Use Of One Or Two Sciences. ... In My View, The Great And Complicated Things That Go On In The World Cannot Be Adequately Recognized By People Who Do Not Use Every Possible Aid To Understanding.

What A Miserable Thing Life Is: You're In Clover; Only The Clover Isn't Good Enough.