Dürer Would Have Seen A Reason For

One Writes Because One Has A Burning Desire To Objectify What It Is Indispensable To One's Happiness To Express.

We Are Suffering From Too Much Sarcasm.

There Is No Pleasure Subtler Than The Sensation Of Being A Good Workman; And In Work There Is The Sense Of Consanguinity-unconscious As A Rule But Sometimes Conscious.

What I Write Could Only Be Called Poetry Because There Is No Other Category To Put It.

The Power Of The Visible Is The Invisible.