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Self-respect Is Nothing To Hide Behind. When You Need It Most It Isn't There.

Being Very Rich As Far As I Am Concerned Is Having A Margin. The Margin Is Being Able To Give.

I Suppose I Envy Painters Because They Can Meditate On Form And Structure, On Color And Light, And Not Concern Themselves With Human Torment And Chaos. It Is Restful Even To Imagine Expression Without Words.

I Tell The Gods Are Still Alive / And They Are Not Consoling.

Love Opens The Doors Into Everything, As Far As I Can See, Including And Perhaps Most Of All, The Door Into One's Own Secret, And Often Terrible And Frightening, Real Self.