Eternity. It Is The Sea

Come From Forever, And You Will Go Everywhere.

Your Memory And Your Senses Will Be Nourishment For Your Creativity.

It Is Wrong To Say: I Think. One Ought To Say: I Am Thought. I Is Someone Else.

O Seasons, O Castles, What Soul Is Without Flaws? All Its Lore Is Known To Me, Felicity, It Enchants Us All.

For A Long Time I Found The Celebrities Of Modern Painting And Poetry Ridiculous. I Loved Absurd Pictures, Fanlights, Stage Scenery, Mountebanks Backcloths, Inn-signs, Cheap Colored Prints; Unfashionable Literature, Church Latin, Pornographic Books Badly Spelt, Grandmothers Novels, Fairy Stories, Little Books For Children, Old Operas, Empty Refrains, Simple Rhythms.