Gamblers And Lovers Really Play

They Flower Spontaneously Out Of The Demands Of Our Natures - And The Best Of Them Lead Us Not Only Outward In Space, But Inward As Well.

Odd, Isn't It? He Really Was The Right Man For Her In A Sort Of Way; But Then As You Know, It Is A Law Of Love That The So-called 'right' Person Always Comes To Soon Or Too Late.

I'm Trying To Die Correctly, But It's Very Difficult, You Know.

I See Artists As A Great Battalion Moving Through Paint, Words, Music Towards Cosmological Interpretation.

A Taste Older Than Meat, Older Than Wine. A Taste As Old As Cold Water.