With all this darkness round me I feel less alone.

I have always been amazed at my contemporaries’ lack of finesse, I whose soul writhed from morning to night, in the mere quest of itself.

My notes have a curious tendency, as I realize at last, to annihilate all they purport to record.

The sun shone, having no alternative, on the nothing new.

Art has always been this--pure interrogation, rhetorical question less the rhetoric--whatever else it may have been obliged by social reality to appear.

Dear incomprehension, it's thanks to you I'll be myself, in the end.

Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better.' You won't believe what you can accomplish by attempting the impossible with the courage to repeatedly fail better.