The Worst Mistake I Made Was That

I Have Never Known Anyone Worth A Damn Who Wasn't Irascible.

The Apparition Of These Faces In The Crowd; Petals On A Wet Black Bough.

A Little Light, Like A Rushlight / To Lead Back To Splendour.

What Matters Is Not The Idea A Man Holds, But The Depth At Which He Holds It.

It Is Better To Present One Image In A Lifetime Than To Produce Voluminous Work. Image...that Which Presents An Intellectual And Emotional Complex In An Instant Of Time.