A Work Of Art Is One Through

Reality Is The Completion Of Experience.

We Sit Here, Very Different Each From The Other, Until The Passion Arrives To Give Us Our Equality, To Make Us Part Of The Play, To Make The Play Part Of Us.

Poetry Is, Above All, An Approach To The Truth Of Feeling.

I Am Haunted By Interrupted Acts, Introspective As A Leper, Enchanted By A Repulsive Clew, A Gross And Fugitive Movement Of The Limbs. Is This The Love That Shook The Lights To Flame?

The Universe Is Made Of Stories, Not Of Atoms.