Let The Black Flower Blossom As It

Nobody, I Think, Ought To Read Poetry, Or Look At Pictures Or Statues, Who Cannot Find A Great Deal More In Them Than The Poet Or Artist Has Actually Expressed. Their Highest Merit Is Suggestiveness.

I Have Come To See The Nonsense Of Attempting To Describe Fine Scenery. There Is No Such Possibility. If Scenery Could Be Adequately Reproduced In Words, There Would Have Been No Need Of God's Making It In Reality.

Accuracy Is Twin Brother To Honesty, And Inaccuracy To Dishonesty.

And There I Sat, Long Long Ago, Waiting For The World To Know Me.

Some Illusions...are The Shadows Of Great Truths.