Nothing Touches A Work Of

As People Used To Be Wrong About The Motion Of The Sun, So They Are Still Wrong About The Motion Of The Future. The Future Stands Still, It Is We Who Move In Infinite Space.

Perhaps Everything Terrible Is In Its Deepest Being Something Helpless That Wants Help From Us.

Thus We Live, Forever Taking Leave.

Works Of Art Are Of An Infinite Loneliness And With Nothing So Little To Be Reached As With Criticism.

I Am So Glad You Are Here. It Helps Me Realize How Beautiful My World Is.