heartache when we read those lines written by the hand of a master
and recognize them as our own, as the tender shoots which we
stifled because we lacked the faith to believe in our own powers,
our own criterion of truth and beauty. Every man, when he gets
quiet, when he becomes desperately honest with himself, is
capable of uttering profound truths. We all derive from the same
source. There is no mystery about the origin of things. We are all
part of creation, all kings, all poets, all musicians; we have only to
open up, only to discover what is already there.
- Henry Miller
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| By Gary Simpson |
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