Between Saying And Doing, Many

We Live In A Fantasy World, A World Of Illusion. The Great Task In Life Is To Find Reality.

Every Artist Is An Unhappy Lover.

Oh The Piercing Sadness Of Life In The Midst Of Its Ordinariness!

Yes, Of Course, There's Something Fishy About Describing People's Feelings. You Try Hard To Be Accurate, But As Soon As You Start To Define Such And Such A Feeling, Language Lets You Down. It's Really A Machine For Making Falsehoods. When We Really Speak The Truth, Words Are Insufficient. Almost Everything Except Things Like "pass The Gravy" Is A Lie Of A Sort. And That Being The Case, I Shall Shut Up. Oh, And... Pass The Gravy.

Art Is Brief. (not In A Temporal Sense.) [...] Words Are For Concealment. Art Is Concealment.