Artists aren't really people. And I'm actually 40 per cent papier mache.

I suppose if one lives to be old$$$ one's entire waking life will be spent turning on the spit of recollection over the fires of mingled shame$$$ pain or remorse. Cheerful prospect!

We should be careful<br>Of each other$$$ we should be kind<br>While there is still time.

If you would take$$$ you must first give$$$ this is the beginning of intelligence.

Not to show them what is likely to excite their desires is the way to keep their minds from disorder.

The difficult problems in life always start off being simple. Great affairs always start off being small.

Education is everywhere$$$ prompting one to think$$$ to consider$$$ to remember.

To live in a city$$$ one must be larger than one's environment or enjoy belonging to the crowd.

Knowledge was not meant to be locked behind doors. It breathes best in the open air where all men can inhale its essence.

My theory is to enjoy life$$$ but the practice is against it.