Is It Permitted To Differ With Kierkegaard?

I Think Writers Like Old Cities And Are Made Very Nervous By New Cities.

The Center Will Not Hold If It Has Been Spot-welded By An Operator Whose Deepest Concern Is Not With The Weld But With His Lottery Ticket.

Now It Is Necessary To Court Her, And Win Her, And Put On This Clean Dressing Gown, And Cut My Various Nails, And Drink Something That Will Kill The Millions Of Germs In My Mouth, And Say Something Flattering, And Be Witty And Bonny, And Hale And Kinky, All Just To Ease This Wrinkle In The Groin. It Seems A High Price.

The Self Cannot Be Escaped, But It Can Be, With Ingenuity And Hard Work, Distracted.

Art Is Not Difficult Because It Wishes To Be Difficult, But Because It Wishes To Be Art.