Old Age Is Not An Illness, It

I Suppose Real Old Age Begins When One Looks Backward Rather Than Forward

Real Joy Is Becoming Exceedingly Rare Among Artists Of Any Kind. And I Have An Idea That Those Who Can And Do Communicate It Are Always People Who Have Had A Hard Time. Then The Joy Has No Smugness Or Self-righteousness In It, Is Inclusive Not Exclusive, And Comes Close To Prayer.

The Minute One Utters A Certainty, The Opposite Comes To Mind.

They Are Commiting Murder Who Merely Live.

For Art Is Order, But It Is Born Out Of The Chaos Of Life.