Until I Have Been Able To Bury

Art And Morality Are, With Certain Provisos…one. Their Essence Is The Same. The Essence Of Both Of Them Is Love. Love Is The Perception Of Individuals. Love Is The Extremely Difficult Realization That Something Other Than Oneself Is Real. Love, And So Art And Morals, Is The Discovery Of Reality.

To Be Understood Is Not A Human Right. Even To Understand Oneself Is Not A Human Right.

People From A Planet Without Flowers Would Think We Must Be Mad With Joy The Whole Time To Have Such Things About Us.

Socrates Wrote Nothing. Christ Wrote Nothing.

In A Happy Marriage There Is A Continuous Dense Magnetic Sense Of Communication.