Innocence Of Heart And Violence Of Feeling

The Measured Blood Beats Out The Year's Delay.

All Art, In Spite Of The Struggles Of Some Critics To Prove Otherwise, Is Based On Emotion And Projects Emotion.

Your Work Is Carved Out Of Agony As A Statue Is Carved Out Of Marble.

O God, In The Dream The Terrible Horse Began To Paw At The Air, And Make For Me With His Blows.

I Cannot Believe That The Inscrutable Universe Turns On An Axis Of Suffering; Surely The Strange Beauty Of The World Must Somewhere Rest On Pure Joy!