...we Make Our Lives By What We

My Favorite Piece [piece Of Music] Is The One We Hear All The Time If We Are Quiet.

Art Is Sort Of An Experimental Station In Which One Tries Out Living.

There Is Poetry As Soon As We Realize That We Possess Nothing.

Our Intention Is To Affirm This Life, Not To Bring Order Out Of Chaos, Nor To Suggest Improvements In Creation, But Simply To Wake Up To The Very Life We're Living, Which Is So Excellent Once One Gets One's Mind And Desires Out Of Its Way And Lets It Act Of It's Own Accord.

In The Dark, All Cats Are Black.