The artist in me cries out for design.

Forgive me my nonsense, as I also forgive the nonsense of those that think they talk sense.

The best way out is always through.

Forgive me my nonsense as I also forgive the nonsense of those who think they talk sense

The best things and best people rise out of their separateness; I'm against a homogenized society because I want the cream to rise.

I would have written of me on my stone: I had a lover's quarrel with the world.