In the space of contumely, choose to rise above the mud and dance away from vile voices.

When life picks on sanity like a swarm of ouphes on a badger, freedom may come by expressing towards an artful outlet.

Rules paint lines for fools and mules, but curves and curses are permitted on the shunpike, where creations windowed are unmodified originals.

Let the colours of life not be restricted to setting; just as vividly brilliant refrains may burst out of smallest chapels, out of darkest channels can emit tones lovely enough to merit a frame for pleasance. : )