Past Art Is Subject To Change.

Liberty Is A Different Kind Of Pain From Prison.

We Have Lingered In The Chambers Of The Sea By Sea-girls Wreathed With Seaweed Red And Brown Till Human Voices Wake Us... And We Drown.

Every Experience Is A Paradox In That It Means To Be Absolute, And Yet Is Relative; In That It Somehow Always Goes Beyond Itself And Yet Never Escapes Itself.

Finding A Way To Live The Simple Life Is One Of Life's Supreme Complications.

Love Is Most Nearly Itself When Here And Now Cease To Matter.