There Are A Few Things

Art Is Not A Mirror. Art Is A Hammer.

But Something's Missing.

Sometimes It's More Important To Be Human, Than To Have Good Taste.

When Crimes Begin To Pile Up They Become Invisible. When Sufferings Become Unendurable The Cries Are No Longer Heard. The Cries, Too, Fall Like Rain In Summer.

The War Which Is Coming Is Not The First One. There Were Other Wars Before It. When The Last One Came To An End There Were Conquerors And Conquered. Among The Conquered The Common People Starved. Among The Conquerors The Common People Starved Too.