Well, Isn't Bohemia A Place

In The Acceptance Of Depravity The Sense Of The Past Is Most Truly Captured. What Is A Ruin But Time Easing Itself Of Endurance? Corruption Is The Age Of Time.

I Am Not A Critic; To Me Criticism Is So Often Nothing More Than The Eye Garrulously Denouncing The Shape Of The Peephole That Gives Access To Hidden Treasure.

I Can Draw And Write, And You'd Be Foolish Not To Hire Me.

Certainty Always Produces Questions, Uncertainty Statements. It Is A Balancing Law Of Nature.

To Love Without Criticism Is To Be Betrayed.