The Choice Of A Point Of View

Being An Artist Means Ceasing To Take Seriously That Very Serious Person We Are When We Are Not An Artist.

The Cynic, A Parasite Of Civilization, Lives By Denying It, For The Very Reason That He Is Convinced That It Will Not Fail.

The World Is The Sum-total Of Our Vital Possibilities.

In Their Choice Of Lovers Both The Male And The Female Reveal Their Essential Nature. The Type Of Human Being We Prefer Reveals The Contours Of Our Heart. Love Is An Impulse Which Springs From The Most Profound Depths Of Our Beings, And Upon Reaching The Visible Surface Of Life Carries With It An Alluvium Of Shells And Seaweed From The Inner Abyss. A Skilled Naturalist, By Filing These Materials, Can Reconstruct The Oceanic Depths From Which They Have Been Uprooted.

Better Beware Of Notions Like Genius And Inspiration; They Are A Sort Of Magic Wand And Should Be Used Sparingly By Anybody Who Wants To See Things Clearly.