Poetry Surrounds Us Everywhere, But Putting It

Well, Do You Know What I Hope For, Once I Allow Myself To Begin To Hope? [...] That You Find In Your Love For People Something Not Only To Work For, But To Comfort And Restore You When There Is A Need.

Ideas For Work Are Coming To Me In Abundance...i'm Going Like A Painting-locomotive.

Modern Reality Has Got Such A Hold On Us That... When We Attempt To Reconstruct The Ancient Days In Our Thoughts...the Minor Events Of Our Lives Tear Us Away From Our Meditations, And... Thrust Us Back Into Our Personal [problems]

I Will Not Live Without Love.

I've Just Kept On Ceaselessly Painting In Order To Learn Painting.