At the age of four, you were an artist. And at seven, you were a poet.
Evil would always come to me disguised in systems and dignified by law.
Never rebel for the sake of rebelling, but always rebel for the sake of truth.
when you obey the rules, the rules obey you
Our expenses are all for conformity.
Let’s make our own way,’ says the Mother, ‘and not in this boat.
The human spirit lives on creativity and dies in conformity and routine.
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