IN April 1882 my father died and I was at once whirled out of my land of dreams into a very different sphere.
It is curious that with my somewhat antinomian tendencies I should have...
I would go to bed every night and have dreams about having a time machine and...
There are no dreams too large no innovation unimaginable and no frontiers...
I'll see you in my dreams.
When your dreams tire they go underground and out of kindness that's where...
My true function within a society which embraces all of us is to continue an age-old tradition. This tradition is to create images from the depths of the imagination and to give them form whether visual intellectual or musical.
