Beware Of Losing What Isn't In Your

Art Is Sort Of An Experimental Station In Which One Tries Out Living.

When I Went To The Analyst For A Kind Of Preliminary Meeting, He Said, 'i'll Be Able To Fix You So That You'll Write Much More Music Than You Do Now.' I Said, 'good Heavens! I Already Write Too Much, It Seems To Me.' That Promise Of His Put Me Off.

We Carry Our Homes Within Us Which Enables Us To Fly.

The Highest Purpose Is To Have No Purpose At All. This Puts One In Accord With Nature, In Her Manner Of Operation.

In That Case I Will Devote My Life To Beating My Head Against That Wall.