I See Enormous Loves Growing

One May Gain One Truth At The Expense Of Another.

We Three Belong To The Middle Ages. We Have This Need Of Heroism, And There Is No Place For Such Feelings In Modern Life. That Is Our Tragedy. Once I Wanted To Be A Saint. It Seemed The Only Absolute Act Left To Do, For What Is Most Powerful In Me Is The Craving For Purity, Greatness.

But The Artist Persists Because He Has The Will To Create, And This Is The Magic Power Which Can Transform And Transfigure And Transpose And Which Will Ultimately Be Transmitted To Others.

I Postpone Death By Living, By Suffering, By Error, By Risking, By Giving, By Losing.

Atrophy Of Feeling Creates Criminals.