I Used To Think A Bird Couldn't

The One Thing We Can Never Get Enough Of Is Love. And The One Thing We Never Give Enough Is Love.

There Is Nothing In Itself Which Is Wrong Or Evil Not Even Murder.

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

To Have Her Here In Bed With Me, Breathing On Me, Her Hair In My Mouth—i Count That Something Of A Miracle.

Art Is Only A Means To Life, To The Life More Abundant. It Is Not In Itself The Life More Abundant. It Merely Points The Way, Something Which Is Overlooked Not Only By The Public, But Very Often By The Artist Himself. In Becoming An End It Defeats Itself.