The Right To Choose Death

Art Can Excite, Titillate, Please, Entertain, And Sometimes Shock; But Its Ultimate Function Is To Ennoble.

Fear Has Always Been A Diminisher Of Life. Whether Bred In The Bogs Of Superstition Or Clothed In The Brocades Of Dogma And Ritual, The Specter Of Death Has Reduced The Living To Supplicants, Powerless.

The World Of Sight Is Still Limitless. It Is The Artist Who Limits Vision To The Cramped Dimensions Of His Own Ego.

A High Standard Of Living Is Usually Accompanied By A Low Standard Of Thinking.

Slowly The Wasters And Despoilers Are Impoverishing Our Land, Our Nature, And Our Beauty, So That There Will Not Be One Beach, One Hill, One Lane, One Meadow, One Forest Free From The Debris Of Man And The Stigma Of His Improvidence.