To Paint Is To Love Again, And

There Is The Happiness Which Comes From Creative Effort. The Joy Of Dreaming, Creating, Building, Whether In Painting A Picture, Writing An Epic, Singing A Song, Composing A Symphony, Devising New Invention, Creating A Vast Industry.

The Artist Is The Opposite Of The Politically Minded Individual, The Opposite Of The Reformer, The Opposite Of The Idealist. The Artist Does Not Tinker With The Universe, He Recreates It Out Of His Own Experience And Understanding Of Life.

Writing Is Its Own Reward.

Remorse Is Impotence; It Will Sin Again. Only Repentance Is Strong - It Can End Everything.

I'm Delirious Because I'm Dying So Fast.