Nothing Is Irreparable In Politics.

Oh, Love Is Real Enough; You Will Find It Someday, But It Has One Archenemy - And That Is Life.

The True Masters Of The Art Of Living Are Already Happy.

The Object Of Art Is To Give Life Shape.

A Genius Knows How To Make Himself Easily Understood Without Being Obvious About It.

It Is Restful, Tragedy, Because One Knows That There Is No More Lousy Hope Left. You Know You're Caught, Caught At Last Like A Rat With All The World On Its Back. And The Only Thing Left To Do Is Shout - Not Moan, Or Complain, But Yell Out At The Top Of Your Voice Whatever It Was You Had To Say. What You've Never Said Before. What Perhaps You Don't Even Know Till Now.