I have tried to write Paradise Do not move Let the wind speak that is paradise. Let the Gods forgive what I have made Let those I love try to forgive what I have made.

A people that grows accustomed to sloppy writing is a people in the process of losing grip on its empire and on itself.

If a patron buys from an artist who needs money (needs money to buy tools, time, food), the patron then makes himself equal to the artist; he is building art into the world; he creates.

The book shd. be a ball of light in one's hand.

A little light, like a rushlight / to lead back to splendour.

It is difficult to write a paradiso when all the superficial indications are that you ought to write an apocalypse.

In our time, the curse is monetary illiteracy, just as inability to read plain print was the curse of earlier centuries.