I Am Only A Picture-taster,

I Walk In The Garden, I Look At The Flowers And Shrubs And Trees And Discover In Them An Exquisiteness Of Contour, A Vitality Of Edge, Or A Vigour Of Spring, As Well As An Infinite Variety Of Colour That No Artefact I Have Seen In The Last Sixty Years Can Rival...each Day, As I Look, I Wonder Where My Eyes Were Yesterday.

The Average European Does Not Seem To Feel Free Until He Succeeds In Enslaving And Oppressing Others.

I Would Willingly Stand At Street Corners, Hat In Hand, Begging Passerby To Drop Their Unused Minutes Into It.

Between Truth And The Search For It, I Choose The Second.

Government Lasts As Long As The Under-taxed Can Defend Themselves Against The Over-taxed.