If you let them kill you, they will

I can't blame her. but wonder why she's here with me? where are the other guys? how can you be lucky? having someone the others have abandoned?

For each Joan of Arc there is a Hitler perched at the other end of the teeter-totter.

Only the boring get bored

The Artist," an ancient sage had once said, "is always sitting on the doorsteps of the rich.

The night kept coming on in and there was nothing I could do.

The crowd is the gathering place of the weakest; true creation is a solitary act.