The Past Is The Luxury Of Proprietors.

What The Painter Adds To The Canvas Are The Days Of His Life. The Adventure Of Living, Hurtling Toward Death.

I Am Alone In The Midst Of These Happy, Reasonable Voices. All These Creatures Spend Their Time Explaining, Realizing Happily That They Agree With Each Other. In Heaven's Name, Why Is It So Important To Think The Same Things All Together.

As Far As Men Go, It Is Not What They Are That Interests Me, But What They Can Become.

The Best Work Is Not What Is Most Difficult For You; It Is What You Do Best.

There It Is: I Am Gently Slipping Into The Water's Depths, Towards Fear.