True Art Is Made Noble

I Feast On Wine And Bread, And Feasts They Are.

I Am Still Learning. (at Age 87)

No One Has Mastery, Before He Is At The End, Of His Art And His Life.

If People Knew How Hard I Worked To Get My Mastery, It Wouldn't Seem So Wonderful At All.

Is It Any Wonder, Since, When Near The Fire, I Was Melted And Burned, If Now That It's Extinguished Outside Me, It Besets And Consumes Me Inside, And Bit By Bit Reduces Me To Ashes?