Old Men Are Like That, You Know.

Artistic Growth Is, More Than It Is Anything Else, A Refining Of The Sense Of Truthfulness.

The Voice Is A Wild Thing. It Can't Be Bred In Captivity.

The Soul Cannot Be Humbled By Fasts And Prayer; It Must Be Broken By Mortal Sin To Experience Forgiveness Of Sin And Rise To A State Of Grace. Otherwise, Religion Is Nothing But Dead Logic.

Elsewhere The Sky Is The Roof Of The World; But Here The Earth Was The Floor Of The Sky.

That Is Happiness; To Be Dissolved Into Something Complete And Great.