I Want Very Much To Be Back

The Loss Of My Sight Was A Great Fillip. If I Could Go Deaf And Dumb I Think I Might Pant On To Be A Hundred.

Art Has Nothing To Do With Clarity, Does Not Dabble In The Clear And Does Not Make Clear

I, Of Whom I Know Nothing, I Know My Eyes Are Open, Because Of The Tears That Pour From Them Unceasingly.

If By Godot I Had Meant God I Would Have Said God, And Not Godot.

It's A Rare Thing Not To Have Been Bonny-- Once.