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Idealism Is Like A Castle In The Air If It Is Not Based On A Solid Foundation Of Social And Political Realism.

It's When You Are Down That You Learn About Your Faults.

I Know The Dark Delight Of Being Strange, The Penalty Of Difference In The Crowd, The Loneliness Of Wisdom Among Fools.

I Have Forgotten Much, But Still Remember The Poinsiana's Red, Blood-red In Warm December.

We Are Like Trees. We Wear All Colors Naturally.