I HAVE THOUGHT SOMEWHAT ABOUT THE STORY OF MY friend Eva Mott, and I even painted her from memory on a number of occasions. And perhaps the best introduction to her, to her tragedy and the tragedy of those who caused hers is the comment below:
Gradually it was disclosed to me that the line separating good and evil passes not through states, nor between classes, nor between political parties either—but right through every human heart—and through all human hearts.
Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn
Gulag Archipelago
I am human and therefore nothing human is alien to me.
Terence
Heauton Timorumenos
No great fighter ever runs from the darkness.
(As said in honour of the late Johnny Tapia, featherweight champion of the world)