Either One Fails In One's Art Or

We Don't See Things As They Are, We See Them As We Are.

Most Artists Have Retired Too Absolutely; They Grow Rusty, Inflexible To The Flow Of Currents.

I Stopped Loving My Father A Long Time Ago. What Remained Was The Slavery To A Pattern.

There Is A Resemblance Between Men And Women, Not A Contrast. When A Man Begins To Recognize His Feeling, The Two Unite. When Men Accept The Sensitive Side Of Themselves, They Come Alive.

Guilt Is The One Burden Human Beings Can't Bear Alone.