My Drawing Was Not A Picture Of

We Do Not Pray For Immortality, But Only Not To See Our Acts And All Things Stripped Suddenly Of All Their Meaning; For Then It Is The Utter Emptiness Of Everything Reveals Itself.

Man Is But A Network Of Relationships And These Alone Matter To Him.

For True Love Is Inexhaustible; The More You Give, The More You Have. And If You Go To Draw At The True Fountainhead, The More Water You Draw, The More Abundant Is Its Flow.

And At Night I Love To Listen To The Stars. It Is Like Five Hundred Million Little Bells.

Prison Is Not A Mere Physical Horror. It Is Using A Pickaxe To No Purpose That Makes A Prison.