Upon The Demon-ridden Pilgrimage Of Human Life,

Socrates Wrote Nothing. Christ Wrote Nothing.

All Art Is The Struggle To Be, In A Particular Sort Of Way, Virtuous.

Art And Morality Are, With Certain Provisos…one. Their Essence Is The Same. The Essence Of Both Of Them Is Love. Love Is The Perception Of Individuals. Love Is The Extremely Difficult Realization That Something Other Than Oneself Is Real. Love, And So Art And Morals, Is The Discovery Of Reality.

Real Worship Involves Waiting.

Daytime Sleep Is A Cursed Slumber From Which One Wakes In Despair.