Life Has A Way Of

An Ugly Sight, A Man Who Is Afraid.

Life Is Very Nice, But It Lacks Form. It's The Aim Of Art To Give It Some.

Every Man Thinks God Is On His Side. The Rich And Powerful Know He Is.

Listen, My Friend, There Are Two Races Of Beings. The Masses Teeming And Happy - Common Clay, If You Like - Eating, Breeding, Working, Counting Their Pennies; People Who Just Live; Ordinary People; People You Can't Imagine Dead. And Then There Are The Others - The Noble Ones, The Heroes. The Ones You Can Quite Well Imagine Lying Shot, Pale And Tragic; One Minute Triumphant With A Guard Of Honor, And The Next Being Marched Away Between Two Gendarmes

It Takes A Certain Courage And A Certain Greatness Even To Be Truly Base.