Art remains the one way possible of speaking truth.
At last awake from life, that insane dream we take for waking now.
Ambition is not what man does... but what man would do.
Inscribe all human effort with one word, artistry's haunting curse, the Incomplete!
Outside are the storms and strangers: we โ Oh, close, safe, warm sleep I and she, โ I and she!
Days decrease, / And autumn grows, autumn in everything.