Heaven Is Not Like Flying Or Swimming,

I Am Overcome By My Own Amazing Sloth...can You Please Forgive Me And Believe That It Is Really Because I Want To Do Something Well That I Don't Do It At All?

Oh, Must We Dream Our Dreams And Have Them, Too?

What The Man-moth Fears Most He Must Do.

What One Seems To Want In Art, In Experiencing It, Is The Same Thing That Is Necessary For Its Creation, A Self-forgetful, Perfectly Useless Concentration.

Time To Plant Tears, Says The Almanac. The Grandmother Sings To The Marvelous Stove And The Child Draws Another Inscrutable House.