The Artist Himself May Not Think He

If You're Going To Lick The Icing Off Somebody Else's Cake You Won't Be Nourished And It Won't Do You Any Good,--or You Might Find The Cake Had Caraway Seeds And You Hate Them.

There Is A Side Of Friendship That Develops Better And Stronger By Correspondence Than Contact.... The Absence Of The Flesh In Writing Perhaps Brings Souls Nearer.

My Mountain Is Dead. As Soon As She Has Dried, I'll Bury Her Under A Decent Layer Of White Paint. But I Haven't Done With The Old Lady; Far From It!

As The Woods Are The Same, The Trees Standing In Their Places, The Rocks And The Earth... They Are Always Different Too, As Lights And Shadows And Seasons And Moods Pass Through Them.

Don't Take What Someone Else Has Made Sure Of And Pretend It's You Yourself That Have Made Sure Of It Till It's Yours Absolutely By Conviction. It's Stealing To Take It And Hypocrisy And You'll Fall Into A Hole.