Painting is something that takes place among the colors.

As the arrow endures the string, and in the gathering momentum becomes more than itself. Because to stay is to be nowhere.

Go into yourself and see how deep the place is from which your life flows.

Earth, my dearest, oh believe me, you no longer need your springtimes to win me over...Unspeakably, I have belonged to you, from the flush.

I am like a child who awakes At the light, so safe and secureFree from night's fears when dawn breaks, In Thee I am ever secure.

Strangely, I heard a stranger say, I am with you.

The hero is strangely akin to those who die young.