Have Patience; The Lovers Will Suffer Lovers

I Don't Like To Make A Distinction Between The Writer And The Painter , Finally , Because I Do Both Things Anyway . Everybody's Dreaming And Trying To Put Down Their Dreams In The Way That Their Hand Knows Best . I Feel As Much A Unity , As Much Comradeship , With Painters As I Do Writers .

Always, Worlds Within Worlds.

Did I Say That She Was Beautiful? I Was Wrong. Beauty Is Too Tame A Notion; It Evokes Only Faces In Magazines. A Lovely Eloquence, A Calming Symmetry; None Of That Describes This Woman’s Face. So Perhaps I Should Assume I Cannot Do It Justice With Words. Suffice It To Say That It Would Break Your Heart To See Her; And It Would Mend What Was Broken In The Same Moment; And You Would Be Twice What You’d Been Before.

By And Large I Think Art Is Made By People Who Have Discipline Married To Talent In Sufficiently Large Amounts To Work Even If They Don't Feel Like It. Anybody Can Get Maudlin And Decide To Write Poetry At 11 At Night; The Question Is, Can You Do It At 8:30 On A Monday Morning..?

..which Should Teach You Something About This World. That It's A Place Where Whatever You Work For And Care About Is Bound To Be Taken Away From You Sooner Or Later, And There Isn't A Thing You Can Do About It.