“Your smile is an art no one should ever get hold of.”

Your eyes are my favorite book where all of my comforts lie.

She belongs to the sky for how her eyes sparkle like the stars reside in them.

Art is mostly a long stroll in the wilderness of one’s own heart.

To see her smile is to look at all the flowers of the world blossoming at once.

You already have yourself and that is pretty much all that you need in life.

Just admire her heart you don’t have to necessarily understand it.

It’s in the wilderness where the most rooted trees grow.

Home is you, me and, the road with books for life.

Love looks good on you never let them make you feel otherwise.

Just look at the sun who leaves with a smile so his love could shine.

In this wild world, flowers remind us we can blossom and still be soft.

If I were to die and become the star I would just twinkle to see you all the time.

You remind me of a poem I always wanted to write but never had the words to do so.

A river that flows holds no grudges so you don’t either.

Speak of happiness as flowers do even when it rains.

you are wine I could do without but don’t know how to.

I thought art was a verb, rather than a noun.

Progressive art can assist people to learn what’s at work in the society in which they live.

Art requires so much patience, don’t let time-lapse trick you.

Great art is horseshit, buy tacos.

Art begins with resistance – at the point where resistance is overcome. No human masterpiece has ever been created without great labor.

Any asshole can chase a skirt, art takes discipline.

My art is capable of liberating man from the tyranny of the practical, rational world.

Thank you for the tragedy. I need it for my art.