I'm Just An Old Man And I

The Destruction Of This Planet Would Have No Significance On A Cosmic Scale.

Man Isn't A Noble Savage, He's An Ignoble Savage. He Is Irrational, Brutal, Weak, Silly, Unable To Be Objective About Anything Where His Own Interests Are Involved-that About Sums It Up. I'm Interested In The Brutal And Violent Nature Of Man Because It's A True Picture Of Him. And Any Attempt To Create Social Institutions On A False View Of The Nature Of Man Is Probably Doomed To Failure.

If Man Merely Sat Back And Thought About His Impending Termination, And His Terrifying Insignificance And Aloneness In The Cosmos, He Would Surely Go Mad, Or Succumb To A Numbing Sense Of Futility. Why, He Might Ask Himself, Should He Bother To Write A Great Symphony, Or Strive To Make A Living, Or Even To Love Another, When He Is No More Than A Momentary Microbe On A Dust Mote Whirling Through The Unimaginable Immensity Of Space?

Regret Isn't Going To Get Me Anywhere. It's Like Being Obsessed With Something. It Doesn't Bring You Anywhere.

The Essence Of Dramatic Form Is To Let An Idea Come Over People Without It Being Plainly Stated. When You Say Something Directly, It's Simply Not As Potent As It Is When You Allow People To Discover It For Themselves.