Today I Stood Taller From Walking Among

An Artist's Saddest Secrets Are Those That Have To Do With His Artistry.

Every Artist Makes Himself Born. It Is Very Much Harder Than The Other Time, And Longer.

If You Love The Good Thing Vitally, Enough To Give Up For It All That One Must Give Up, Then You Must Hate The Cheap Thing Just As Hard. I Tell You, There Is Such A Thing As Creative Hate! “a Contempt That Drives You Through Fire, Makes You Risk Everything And Lose Everything, Makes You A Long Sight Better Than You Ever Knew You Could Be.

I Shall Not Die Of A Cold. I Shall Die Of Having Lived.

The End Is Nothing; The Road Is All.