I Start With A Tingle, A Kind

I Will Not Let Thee Go, Except Thou Bless Me.

I Had A Farm In Africa, At The Foot Of The Ngong Hills.

If Only I Could So Live And So Serve The World That After Me There Should Never Again Be Birds In Cages.

The Real Difference Between God And Human Beings Is That God Cannot Stand Continence. No Sooner Has He Created A Season Of A Year, Or A Time Of Day, Than He Wishes For Something Quite Different And Sweeps It All Away. And Human Beings Cleave To The Existing State Of Things. All Their Lives They Are Striving To Hold The Moment Fast, And Are Up Against A Force Majeure. Their Art Itself Is Nothing But The Attempt To Catch By All Means The One Particular Moment, One Mood, One Light, The Momentary Beauty Of One Woman Or One Flower, And Make It Everlasting.

People Who Dream When They Sleep At Night Know Of A Special Kind Of Happiness Which The World Of The Day Holds Not, A Placid Ecstasy, And Ease Of Heart, That Are Like Honey On The Tongue. They Also Know That The Real Glory Of Dreams Lies In Their Atmosphere Of Unlimited Freedom. It Is Not The Freedom Of The Dictator, Who Enforces His Own Will On The World, But The Freedom Of The Artist, Who Has No Will, Who Is Free Of Will.