One Central Need In Life Is To

Creativity Arises Out Of The Tension Between Spontaneity And Limitations, The Latter (like The River Banks) Forcing The Spontaneity Into The Various Forms Which Are Essential To The Work Of Art Or Poem.

Good Art Wounds As Well As Delights. It Must, Because Our Defenses Against The Truth Are Wound So Tightly Around Us. But As Art Chips Away At Our Defenses, It Also Opens Us To Healing Potentialities That Transcend Intellectual Games And Ego-preserving Strategies.

One Does Not Become Fully Human Painlessly.

It Is An Old And Ironic Habit Of Human Beings To Run Faster When We Have Lost Our Way; And We Grasp More Fiercely At Research, Statistics, And Technical Aids In Sex When We Have Lost The Values And Meaning Of Love.

The Function Of The Rebel Is To Shake The Fixated Mores Of The Rigid Order Of Civilization; And This Shaking, Though Painful, Is Necessary If The Society Is To Be Saved From Boredom And Apathy. Obviously I Do Not Refer To Everyone Who Calls Himself A Rebel, But Only To The Authentic Rebel. Civilization Gets Its First Flower From The Rebel.