My Mummy's Dead/
I can't get it through my head/
Though it's been so many years/
My Mummy's Dead/
It's hard to explain/
So much Pain/
I could never show it/
My Mummy's Dead
We work in the dark — we do what we can — we give what we have. Our doubt is our passion and our passion is our task. The rest is the madness of art.
The perfection of wisdom, and the end of true philosophy is to proportion our wants to our possessions, our ambitions to our capacities, we will then be a happy and a virtuous people.