What Holds The World Together,

I Like The One About The Little Soulworms That Fly Out Of The Nest For The Resurrection.

We Should Not Stop To Reflect, Compare, Analyze, Possess, But Flow On And Through, Endlessly, Like Music.

The Practice Of Any Art Demands More Than 'mere Savoir Faire'. One Must Not Only Be In Love With What One Does, One Must Also Know How To Make Love. In Love Self Is Obliterated. Only The Beloved Counts.

Honest Criticism Means Nothing: What One Wants Is Unrestrained Passion, Fire For Fire.

The Only Law Which Is Really Lived Up To Wholeheartedly And With A Vengeance Is The Law Of Conformity.