Art is on the side of the oppressed. Think before you shudder at the simplistic dictum and its heretical definition of the freedom of art. For if art is freedom of the spirit, how can it exist within the oppressors?

She gave so many reasons that I've forgotten them all.

Life is the saddest thing there is, next to death.

Beware of monotony; it's the mother of all the deadly sins.

Poetry and art are the breath of life to her.

Life is made up of compromises.

In every heart there should be one grief that is like a well in the desert.