Life is not fair, nor has it ever been, but the morning seems determined to dawn until it is.

There is always sufficient reason for despair, but there is never sufficient purpose.

At the end of the day, Mother Nature has only one question for us: 'What life did you nurture today?

A successful artist is inspired by his muse, and his muse is inspired by the payment of a commission.

There is a purpose to our lives that each day tugs at our sleeve as an annoying distraction.

Abstract art is a fundamental distrust of the theory of reality concocted by the eyes.

Since the majority is always wrong, might we try one election day where all the losers take office?