I Want To Live In A World

Life Is A Game Of Piquet Played In A Bramble Bush In Very Bad Weather.

In The Arts, You Simply Cannot Secure Your Bread And Your Freedom Of Action Too. You Cannot Be A Hostile Critic Of Society And Expect Society To Feed You Regularly.

I Was Right Not To Be Afraid Of Any Thief But Myself, Who Will End By Leaving Me Nothing.

The Arts Do Live Continuously, And They Live Literally By Faith; Their Names And Their Shapes And Their Uses And Their Basic Meanings Survive Unchanged In All That Matters Through Times Of Interruption, Diminishment, Neglect; They Outlive Governments And Creeds And The Societies, Even The Very Civilization That Produced Them. They Cannot Be Destroyed Altogether Because They Represent The Substance Of Faith And The Only Reality. They Are What We Find Again When The Ruins Are Cleared Away.

Love Is Purely A Creation Of The Human Imagination, It Is Merely Perhaps The Most Important Of All The Examples Of How The Imagination Continually Outruns The Creature It Inhabits.