Death's Not A Separation Or Alteration Or

Colours Are What Drive Me Most Strongly.

A Great Artist ... Takes What He Did Not Make And Makes Of It Something That Only He Can Make.

It Is The Privilege Of The Rich To Waste The Time Of The Poor To Water With Tears In Secret A Tree That Grows In Secret That Bears Fruit In Secret That Ripened Falls To The Ground In Secret And Manures The Parent Tree Oh The Wicked Tree Of Hatred And The Secret The Sap Rising And The Tears Falling.

See The Cat At Love, Rolling With Its Sweetheart, Up And Over, With Shriek And Moan. But If A Person Comes By, They Break Away, Sit Separate Upon A Fence Washing Their Faces - And Might Never Have Met At All.

Youth Is An Arithmetical Statement Of Passing Interest, Each Hour Eats It Up.