Down Deep In His Heart

When Any Creativity Becomes Useful, It Is Sucked Into The Vortex Of Commercialism, And When A Thing Becomes Commercial, It Becomes The Enemy Of Man.

Pop, I'm Nothing! I'm Nothing, Pop. Can't You Understand That? There's No Spite In It Any More. I'm Just What I Am, That's All.

It Is Rare For People To Be Asked The Question Which Puts Them Squarely In Front Of Themselves

What Work You Do! It's Strange Work For A Christian Girl To Hang Old Women!

I Speak My Own Sins; I Cannot Judge Another. I Have No Tongue For It.