You Cannot Govern, You Cannot

One Day You And I Will Have To Have A Little Talk About This Business Called Love. I Still Don't Understand What It's All About. My Guess Is That It's Just A Gigantic Hoax, Invented To Keep People Quiet And Diverted. Everyone Talks About Love: The Priests, The Advertising Posters, The Literati, And The Politicians, Those Of Them Who Make Love. And In Speaking Of Love And Offering It As A Panacea For Every Tragedy, They Would And Betray And Kill Both Body And Soul.

With Our Progress We Have Destroyed Our Only Weapon Against Tedium: That Rare Weakness We Call Imagination.

But To Deny Fate Is Arrogance, To Declare That We Are The Sole Shapers Of Our Existence Is Madness;if You Deny Fate Life Becomes The Series Of Missed Opportunities, A Regret For What Never Was And Could Have Been, A Remorse Of What Was Not Done And Could Have Been Done, And The Present Is Wasted, Twisted Into Another Missed Oppurtunity.

I Always Introduce Myself As An Encyclopedia Of Defects Which I Do Not Deny. Why Should I? It Took Me A Whole Life To Build Myself As I Am.

Listen: If I Am A Painter And I Do Your Portrait, Have I Or Haven't I The Right To Paint You As I Want?