If I Place Love Above Everything, It

I Am The Soul In Limbo.

Under His (marc Chagall, Ed.) Sole Impulse Metaphor Made Its Triumphal Entry Into Modern Painting.

At The Outset, It Is Only Liking, Not Understanding, That Matters. Gaps In Understanding ... Are Not Only Important, They Are Perhaps Even Welcome, Like Clearings In The Woods, The Better To Allow The Heart's Rays To Stream Out Without Obstacle. The Unlit Shadows Should Remain Obscure, Which Is The Very Condition Of Enchantment.

May Night Continue To Fall Upon The Orchestra

I Myself Shall Continue Living In My Glass House Where You Can Always See Who Comes To Call, Where Everything Hanging From The The Ceiling And On The Walls Stays Where It Is As If By Magic, Where I Sleep Nights In A Glass Bed, Under Glass Sheets, Where Who I Am Will Sooner Or Later Appear Etched By A Diamond.