Writing, Like Life Itself, Is A Voyage

To Paint Is To Love Again, And To Love Is To Live Life To The Fullest.

Life, As It Is Called, Is For Most Of Us One Long Postponement.

The Poet Speaks Adequately Only When He Speaks Somewhat Wildly... Not With Intellect Alone, But With Intellect Inebriated By Nectar.

Do Anything, But Let It Produce Joy. Do Anything, But Let It Yield Ecstasy.

The Art Of Living Is Based On Rhythm - On Give & Take, Ebb & Flow, Light & Dark, Life & Death. By Acceptance Of All Aspects Of Life, Good & Bad, Right & Wrong, Yours & Mine, The Static, Defensive Life, Which Is What Most People Are Cursed With, Is Converted Into A Dance, 'the Dance Of Life,' Metamorphosis.