I Should Add That I Very Much

All Artists As A Type Seem To Suffer A Great Deal, But Then So Do Miners.

My Advice Is, Do Not Try To Inhabit Another's Soul. You Have Your Own.

You Touch Things Lightly Or Deeply; You Move Along Because Life Herself Moves, And You Can’t Stop It.

One Of The Curious Effects Of A Bad Hangover Is That You Think You're Wrong Whether You Are Or Not. Not Wrong In Particulars, But Wrong In General, Wrong About Everything.

It Is Utterly Soothing To Fly Fish For Trout. All Other Considerations Or Worries Drift Away And You Couldn't Keep Them Close If You Wanted. Perhaps It's Standing Thigh Deep In A River With The Water Passing At The Exact But Varying Speed Of Life. You Easily Recognize This Mortality And It Dissipates Into The Landscape.