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We Are Never Aware Of The Present; Each Instant Of Living Becomes Perceptible Only When It Is Past, So That In A Sense We Do Not Live At All, But Only Remember Living.

I'm Not "filled With My Art". I Ain't Got No Art. I've Got Only A Kind Of Craftsman's Skill, And Make Stories As I Make Biscuits Or Embroider Underwear Or Wrap Up Packages.

Two Deep Human Desires Were At War ... The Longing For Stability, For Form, For Permanence, Which In Its Essence Is The Desire For Death, And The Opposing Hunger For Movement, Change, Instability And Risk, Which Are Life. Men Came From The East And Built These American Towns Because They Wished To Go No Farther, And The Towns They Built Were Shaped By The Urge To Go Onward.

It Was Not Seen That Woman's Place Was In The Home Until She Began To Go Out Of It; The Statement Was A Reply To An Unspoken Challenge, It Was Attempted Resistance To Irresistible Change.

Life Is A Thin Narrowness Of Taken-for-granted, A Plank Over A Canyon In A Fog. There Is Something Under Our Feet, The Taken-for-granted. A Table Is A Table, Food Is Food, We Are We - Because We Don't Question These Things. And Science Is The Enemy Because It Is The Questioner. Faith Saves Our Souls Alive By Giving Us A Universe Of The Taken-for-granted.