Words are my passion / And out of them and me / I would create beauty.
Death does frame a person and somehow it is the good that stays.
A good marriage shuts out a very great deal.
Do we always make our freedom out of someone else's bondage?
Though friendship is not quick to burn it is explosive stuff.
Failure would only be if you had somewhere stopped growing. As far as I can see the whole duty of the artist is to keep on growing.