I'm A Pessimist About Probabilities, I'm An

Life Is An Art We Are Required To Practice Without Preparation, A Score That We Play At Sight Even Before We Have Mastered Our Instruments.

Today, The Degradation Of The Inner Life Is Symbolized By The Fact That The Only Place Sacred From Interruption Is The Private Toilet.

New York Is The Perfect Model Of A City, Not The Model Of A Perfect City.

Unfortunately, Once An Economy Is Geared To Expansion, The Means Rapidly Turn Into An End And "the Going Becomes The Goal." Even More Unfortunately, The Industries That Are Favored By Such Expansion Must, To Maintain Their Output, Be Devoted To Goods That Are Readily Consumable Either By Their Nature, Or Because They Are So Shoddily Fabricated That They Must Soon Be Replaced. By Fashion And Built-in Obsolescence The Economies Of Machine Production, Instead Of Producing Leisure And Durable Wealth, Are Duly Cancelled Out By The Mandatory Consumption On An Even Larger Scale.

We Have Lost Faith In The Formal Powers Of The Mind, Not, As Some Suppose, Because Our Universe Is Too Difficult To Grasp, But Because We Lack The Inner Principle Of Order.