The Ears Are The Last

Our Expression And Our Words Never Coincide, Which Is Why The Animals Don't Understand Us.

The Glance Embroiders In Joy, Knits In Pain, And Sews In Boredom. When Indifferent, The Eye Takes Stills, When Interested, Movies. Laughter Is Regional: A Smile Extends Over The Whole Face.

The Flower In The Vase Smiles, But No Longer Laughs.

Art Is Nature Speeded Up And God Slowed Down.

The Mind Gets Distracted In All Sorts Of Ways. The Heart Is Its Own Exclusive Concern And Diversion.