A Picture Is Not A Window...an Abstract

The World Owes Its Enchantment To These Curious Creatures And Their Fancies; But Its Multiple Complicity Rejects Them. Thistledown Spirits, Tragic, Heartrending In Their Evanescence, They Must Go Blowing Headlong To Perdition.

It Is Not I Who Become Addicted, It Is My Body.

The Public Is Never Pleased With What We Do, Wanting Always A Copy Of What We Have Done.

Expect Neither Reward Nor Beatitude. Return Noble Waves For Ignoble.

There Is Always A Period When A Man With A Beard Shaves It Off. This Period Does Not Last. He Returns Headlong To His Beard.