The Richest Source Of Creation Is Feeling,

All Those Who Try To Unveil The Mysteries Always Have Tragic Lives. At The End They Are Always Punished.

In The World Of The Dreamer There Was Solitude: All The Exaltations And Joys Came In The Moment Of Preparation For Living. They Took Place In Solitude.

Experience Teaches Acceptance Of The Imperfect As Life.

In Each Studio There Is A Human Being Dressed In The Full Regalia Of His Myth Fearing To Expore A Vulnerable Opening, Spreading Not His Charms But His Defences, Plotting To Disrobe, Somewhere Along The Night-- His Body Without The Aperture Of The Heart Or His Heart With A Door Closed To His Body. Thus Keeping One Compartment For Refuge, One Uninvaded Cell.

Create A World, Your World. Alone. Stand Alone. And Then Love Will Come To You, Then It Comes To You.