There Is Much To Be Said For

There Is An Immense, Painful Longing For A Broader, More Flexible, Fuller, More Coherent, More Comprehensive Account Of What We Human Beings Are, Who We Are And What This Life Is For.

Anxiety Destroys Scale, And Suffering Makes Us Lose Perspective.

I Seem To Have The Blind Self-acceptance Of The Eccentric Who Can't Conceive That His Eccentricities Are Not Clearly Understood.

You Have To Fight For Your Life. That's The Chief Condition On Which You Hold It.

I Think That Art Has Something To Do With An Arrest Of Attention In The Midst Of Distraction.