Only The Few Know The Sweetness Of

It May Be Life Is Only Worthwhile At Moments. Perhaps That Is All We Ought To Expect.

The Object Of Art Is Not To Make Salable Pictures. It Is To Save Yourself.

In That High Place In The Darkness The Two Oddly Sensitive Human Atoms Held Each Other Tightly And Waited. In The Mind Of Each Was The Same Thought. "i Have Come To This Lonely Place And Here Is This Other," Was The Substance Of The Thing Felt.

I Wanted To Run Away From Everything But I Wanted To Run Towards Something Too.

Work Accomplished Means Little. It Is In The Past. What We All Want Is The Glorious And Living Present.