I Insist On Believing That Beauty Elevates

I Will Tell You Something Else: It Is A Major Responsibility Not Only Of Portraiture But Of All Human Communication For Each Of Us To Help Everyone Else Discover The Best That Is In Him.

When I Was In The Gulag I Would Sometimes Even Write On Stone Walls. I Used To Write On Scraps Of Paper, Then I Memorised The Contents And Destroyed The Scraps.

A Day Without A Dark Cloud. Almost A Happy Day. There Were Three Thousand Six Hundred And Fifty-three Days Like That In His Stretch. From The First Clang Of The Rail To The Last Clang Of The Rail. Three Thousand Six Hundred And Fifty-three Days. The Three Extra Days Were For Leap Years.

... That Maxim Of Descartes: "question Everything!" Question Everything!

If You Live In A Graveyard, You Can't Weep For Everyone.