The More I See Of

It Is After Creation, In The Elation Of Success, Or The Gloom Of Failure, That Love Becomes Essential.

Doing Is Overrated, And Success Undesirable, But The Bitterness Of Failure Even More So.

The Artist One Day Falls Through A Hole In The Brambles, And From That Moment He Is Following The Dark Rapids Of An Underground River Which May Sometimes Flow So Near To The Surface That The Laughing Picnic Parties Are Heard Above.

There Is No Pain Equal To That Which Two Lovers Can Inflict On One Another... It Is When We Begin To Hurt Those Whom We Love That The Guilt With Which We Are Born Becomes Intolerable, And Since All Those Whom We Love Intensely And Continuously Grow Part Of Us, And Since We Hate Ourselves In Them, So We Torture Ourselves And Them Together.

The One Way To Get Thin Is To Re-establish A Purpose In Life.