The First Undressing Of Two

At Moments I Dislike Having A Face, A Nose, Lips, Because He Has Them.

We Mustn't Forget How Quickly The Visions Of Genius Become The Canned Goods Of Intellectuals.

There's A Kind Of Emptiness At The Center Of Life ... Nothing To Form Your Life On, Or By.

The Hour That Burst The Spirit's Sleep.

I Feel That Art Has Something To Do With The Achievement Of Stillness In The Midst Of Chaos. A Stillness Which Characterizes Prayer, Too, And The Eye Of The Storm. I Think That Art Has Something To Do With An Arrest Of Attention In The Midst Of Distraction.