Layer By Layer Art Strips Life Bare.

... For The Modern Soul, For Which It Is Mere Child's Play To Bridge Oceans And Continents, There Is Nothing So Impossible As To Find The Contact With The Souls Dwelling Just Around The Corner.

The Proverbial Notion Of Historical Distance Consists In Our Having Lost Ninety-five Of Every Hundred Original Facts, So The Remaining Ones Can Be Arranged However One Likes.

Life Forms A Surface That Acts As If It Could Not Be Otherwise, But Under Its Skin Things Are Pounding And Pulsing.

For Only Fools, Fanatics, And Mental Cases Can Stand Living At The Highest Pitch Of Soul; A Sane Person Must Be Content With Declaring That Life Would Not Be Worth Living Without A Spark Of That Mysterious Fire.

Life Is To Blame For Everything.