All Of My Creation Is An Effort

Life Is So Fluid That One Can Only Hope To Capture The Living Moment, To Capture It Alive And Fresh ... Without Destroying That Moment.

Solitude May Rust Your Words.

I Often See How You Sob Over What You Destroy, How You Want To Stop And Just Worship; And You Do Stop, And Then A Moment Later You Are At It Again With A Knife, Like A Surgeon.

Everything But Happiness Is Neurosis.

Nature Forms Us For Ourselves, Not For Others; To Be, Not To Seem.