Now I Am Nothing But

Let The Earth Look At Me, And Bless Me, For Now I Am Fecund And Sacred, Like The Palms And The Furrows.

Speech Is Our Second Possession, After The Soul-and Perhaps We Have No Other Possession In This World.

What The Soul Is To The Body, So Is The Artist To His People.

Love Beauty It Is The Shadow Of God On The Universe

All Night I Have Suffered; All Night My Flesh Has Trembled To Bring Forth Its Gift. The Sweat Of Death Is On My Forehead; But It Is Not Death, It Is Life!