The Mere Attempt To Examine My Own

How Far We All Come. How Far We All Come Away From Ourselves. So Far, So Much Between, You Can Never Go Home Again. You Can Go Home, It's Good To Go Home, But You Never Really Get All The Way Home Again In Your Life. ... Whatever It Was And However Good It Was, It Wasn't What You Once Had Been, And Had Lost, And Could Never Have Again, And Once In A While, Once In A Long Time, You Remembered, And Knew How Far You Were Away, And It Hit You Hard Enough, That Little While It Lasted, To Break Your Heart.

I Suspect The Fault...is In Me: That I Hate Any Job On Earth, As A Job And A Hindrance And A Semi-suicide.

Just Spunk Won't Be Enough; You've Got To Have Gumption.

God Doesn't Believe In The Easy Way.

The Artist's Task Is Not To Alter The World As The Eye Sees It Into A World Of Aesthetic Reality, But To Perceive The Aesthetic Reality Within The Actual Reality. (on Photographs By Helen Levitt)