How Accidental Our Existences Are, Really, And

The Creation Of Art Is Not The Fulfillment Of A Need But The Creation Of A Need. The World Never Needed Beethoven's Fifth Symphony Until He Created It. Now We Could Not Live Without It.

You Say To A Brick, 'what Do You Want, Brick?' And Brick Says To You, 'i Like An Arch.' And You Say To Brick, 'look, I Want One, Too, But Arches Are Expensive And I Can Use A Concrete Lintel.' And Then You Say: 'what Do You Think Of That, Brick?' Brick Says: 'i Like An Arch.'

The Sun Does Not Realise How Wonderful It Is Until After A Room Is Made.

Thoughts Exchanged By One And Another Are Not The Same In One Room As In Another.

I Sense Light As The Giver Of All Presences, And Material As Spent Light. What Is Made By Light Casts A Shadow, And The Shadow Belongs To Light.