Taste Begins When Appetite Is Satisfied.

It Was A Morning In Early Summer. A Silver Haze Shimmered And Trembled Over The Lime Trees. The Air Was Laden With Their Fragrance. The Temperature Was Like A Caress. I Remember - I Need Not Recall - That I Climbed Up A Tree Stump And Felt Suddenly Immersed In Itness. I Did Not Call It By That Name. I Had No Need For Words. It And I Were One.

[describing His House:] It Is A Library With Living Rooms Attached.

From Childhood On I Have Had The Dream Of Life Lived As A Sacrament... The Dream Implied Taking Life Ritually As Something Holy.

Between Truth And The Search For It, I Choose The Second.

Not What Man Knows But What Man Feels, Concerns Art. All Else Is Science.