One Day I Shall Burst My Bud

I Travel Light; As Light, That Is, As A Man Can Travel Who Will Still Carry His Body Around Because Of Its Sentimental Value.

The Skirts Of The Gods Drag In Our Mud. We Feel The Touch And Take It To Be A Kiss.

The Dark Is Light Enough.

The First Of Our Senses Which We Should Take Care Never To Let Rust Through Disuse Is That Sixth Sense, The Imagination. I Mean The Wide-open Eye Which Leads Us To See Truth More Vividly, To Apprehend More Broadly, To Concern Ourselves More Deeply, To Be, All Our Life Long, Sensitive And Awake To The Powers And Responsibilities Given To Us As Human Beings.

An Artist's Sensitivity To Criticism Is, At Least In Part, An Effort To Keep Unimpaired The Zest, Or Confidence, Or Arrogance, Which He Needs To Make Creation Possible; Or An Instinct To Climb Through His Problems In His Own Way As He Should, And Must.