I Have Often Wished I Had Time

The Child And The Great Artist -- These Alone Receive The Sensation Fresh As It Was At The Beginning Of The World.

All Great Art Contains An Element Of The Irrational.

If One Is A Greyhound, Why Try To Look Like A Pekingese?

Winter Is The Time For Comfort, For Good Food And Warmth, For The Touch Of A Friendly Hand And For A Talk Beside The Fire: It Is The Time For Home. It Is No Season In Which To Wander The World As If One Were The Wind Blowing Aimlessly Along The Streets Without A Place To Rest, Without Food, And Without Time Meaning Anything To One, Just As Time Means Nothing To The Wind.

My Personal Hobbies Are Reading, Listening To Music, And Silence.