Your Work Is Carved Out Of Agony

... Politics Are Nothing But Sand And Gravel: It Is Art And Life That Feed Us Until We Die. Everything Else Is Ambition, Hysteria Or Hatred.

It Is Through The Acceptance Of A Variety Of Aethetic And Intellectual Points Of View That A Culture Is Given Breadth And Density.

The Intellectual Is A Middle-class Product; If He Is Not Born Into The Class He Must Soon Insert Himself Into It, In Order To Exist. He Is The Fine Nervous Flower Of The Bourgeoisie.

The Women Rest Their Tired Half-healed Hearts; They Are Almost Well.

I'll Lie Here And Learn How, Over Their Ground, Trees Make A Long Shadow And A Light Sound.