Spring Has Returned. The Earth Is Like

Who, If I Cried Out, Would Hear Me Among The Angels'hierarchies? And Even If One Of Thempressed Me Against His Heart: I Would Be Consumedin That Overwhelming Existence. For Beauty Is Nothingbut The Beginning Of Terror, Which We Still Are Just Able To Endure,and We Are So Awed Because It Serenely Disdainsto Annihilate Us. Every Angel Is Terrifying.

I Am So Glad You Are Here. It Helps Me Realize How Beautiful My World Is.

Truly It Is Glorious, Our Being Here.

Animals See The Unobstructed World With Their Whole Eyes. But Our Eyes, Turned Back Upon Themselves, Encircle And Seek To Snare The World, Setting Traps For Freedom.

The Artist's Task Consists Of Making One Thing Of Many, And A World From The Smallest Part Of A Thing.