Thetorment of human frustration, whatever its immediate cause,is the knowledge that the self is in prison, its vital force and ‘mangledmind’ leaking away in lonely, wasteful self-conflict.
When trumpt sound today where wood you be! if you die today your JESUS has come! how could you give account of your life if JESUS meet you in your sinful life! repent now tomorrow might too late for you!
An artist is a cut above the critic, for the artist is writing something which will move the critic. The critic is writing something which will move everybody but the artist
