The Artist Is Not A Man Who

In Just - Spring When The World Is Mud- Luscious The Little Lame Balloonman Whistles Far And Wee

May I Be I Is The Only Prayer--not May I Be Great Or Good Or Beautiful Or Wise Or Strong.

The Artist Is No Other Than He Who Unlearns What He Has Learned, In Order To Know Himself.

More Each Particular Person Is(my Love) Alive Than Every World Can Understand And Now You Are And I Am Now And We're A Mystery That Will Never Happen Again, A Miracle Which Has Never Happened Before And Shining This Our Now Must Come To Then

Nobody, Not Even The Rain, Has Such Small Hands