The Self Holds Both A Hell And

New York Is The Perfect Model Of A City, Not The Model Of A Perfect City.

Each Person Is A Temporary Focus Of Forces, Vitalities, And Values That Carry Back To An Immemorial Past And That Reach Forward Into An Unthinkable Future.

Humor Is Our Way Of Defending Ourselves From Life's Absurdities By Thinking Absurdly About Them.

Nothing Endures Except Life: The Capacity For Birth, Growth, And Renewal.

Unable To Create A Meaningful Life For Itself, The Personality Takes Its Own Revenge: From The Lower Depths Comes A Regressive Form Of Spontaneity: Raw Animality Forms A Counterpoise To The Meaningless Stimuli And The Vicarious Life To Which The Ordinary Man Is Conditioned. Getting Spiritual Nourishment From This Chaos Of Events, Sensations, And Devious Interpretations Is The Equivalent Of Trying To Pick Through A Garbage Pile For Food.