I think that one’s art is a growth inside one. I do not think one can explain growth. It is silent and subtle. One does not keep digging up a plant to see how it grows. 361
Life’s an awfully lonesome affair. You come into the world alone and you go out of the world alone yet it seems to me you are more alone while living than even going and coming. 342
You come into the world alone and you go out of the world alone yet it seems to me you are more alone while living than even going and coming. 993
