Our Destiny Can Be Examined, But It

Probably No Adult Misery Can Be Compared With A Child's Despair.

A Bad Review Is Even Less Important Than Whether It Is Raining In Patagonia.

When Does One Ever Know A Human Being? Perhaps Only After One Has Realized The Impossibility Of Knowledge And Renounced The Desire For It And Finally Ceased To Feel Even The Need Of It. But Then What One Achieves Is No Longer Knowledge, It Is Simply A Kind Of Co-existence; And This Too Is One Of The Guises Of Love.

The Bicycle Is The Most Civilized Conveyance Known To Man. Other Forms Of Transport Grow Daily More Nightmarish. Only The Bicycle Remains Pure In Heart.

Art Is Not Cozy And It Is Not Mocked. Art Tells The Only Truth That Ultimately Matters. It Is The Light By Which Human Things Can Be Mended. And After Art There Is, Let Me Assure You All, Nothing.