Every Man Is Made Of Clay And

Love Joins And Then Divides. How Else Would We Be Growing?

Very Few People Realise That Sex Is A Psychic And Not A Physical Act. The Clumsy Coupling Of Human Beings Is Simply A Biological Paraphrase Of This Truth - A Primitive Method Of Introducing Minds To Each Other, Engaging Them. But Most People Are Stuck In The Physical Aspect, Unaware Of The Poetic Rapport Which It So Clumsily Tries To Teach.

I Suppose The Secret Of His Success Is In His Tremendous Idleness Which Almost Approaches The Supernatural.

Life, The Raw Material, Is Only Lived In Potentia Until The Artist Deploys It In His Work.

Somewhere In The Heart Of Experience There Is An Order And A Coherence Which We Might Purprise If We Were Attentive Enough, Loving Enough, Or Patient Enough.