I Am Only A Picture-taster, The Way

One Can Repent Even Of Having Repented.

I Walk In The Garden, I Look At The Flowers And Shrubs And Trees And Discover In Them An Exquisiteness Of Contour, A Vitality Of Edge, Or A Vigour Of Spring, As Well As An Infinite Variety Of Colour That No Artefact I Have Seen In The Last Sixty Years Can Rival...each Day, As I Look, I Wonder Where My Eyes Were Yesterday.

Government Is The Art Of The Momentary Feasible, Of The Least Bad Attainable, And Not Of The Rationally Most Desirable.

Psychoanalysts Are Not Occupied With The Minds Of Their Patients; They Do Not Believe In The Mind But In A Cerebral Intestine.

Consistency Requires You To Be As Ignorant Today As You Were A Year Ago.