We Shelter An Angel Within Us. We

Mystery Has Its Own Mysteries, And There Are Gods Above Gods. We Have Ours, They Have Theirs. That Is What's Known As Infinity.

Commissions Suit Me. They Set Limits. Jean Marais Dared Me To Write Play In Which He Would Not Speak In The First Act, Would Weep For Joy In The Second And In The Last Would Fall Backward Down A Flight Of Stairs.

One Must Be A Living Man And A Posthumous Artist.

Find First, Seek Later.

Mirrors Should Reflect A Little Before Throwing Back Images.