So We Are Grasped By

I Want To Be With Those Who Know Secret Things Or Else Alone.

One Moment Your Life Is A Stone In You, And The Next Moment A Star!

If No One Else, The Dying Must Notice How Unreal, How Full Of Pretense, Is All That We Accomplish Here, Where Nothing Is Allowed To Be Itself.

Do You Remember How Life Yearned Out Of Childhood Toward The "great Thing?" I See That It Is Now Yearning Forth Beyond The Great Thing Toward The Greater One.

Painting Is Something That Takes Place Among The Colors.