Paint, Not The Thing But The Effect

Paint, Not The Thing But The Effect Which It Produces.

All Thoughts Emit A Throw Of Dice

The Flesh Is Sad, Alas, And I Have Read All The Books.

In Reading, A Lonely Quiet Concert Is Given To Our Minds; All Our Mental Faculties Will Be Present In This Symphonic Exaltation.

Every Soul Is A Melody Which Needs Renewing.