Words Are Cheap. The Biggest Thing You

Beauty Is An Omnipresence Of Death And Loveliness, A Smiling Sadness That We Discern In Nature And All Things, A Mystic Communion That The Poet Feels.

I Went Into The Business For The Money, And The Art Grew Out Of It. If People Are Disillusioned By That Remark, I Can't Help It. It's The Truth.

Tomorrow, The Birds Will Sing. Be Brave. Face Life.

They Cheer Me Because They All Understand Me, And They Cheer You Because No One Understands You.

Over The Years I Have Discovered That Ideas Come Through An Intense Desire For Them; Continually Desiring, The Mind Becomes A Watchtower On The Lookout For Incidents That May Excite The Imagination.