There is no salvation in becoming adapted to a world which is crazy. |
There is nothing strange about fear: no matter in what guise it presents itself it is something with which we are all so familiar that when a man appears who is without it we are at once enslaved by him. |
There is the happiness which comes from creative effort. The joy of dreaming, creating, building, whether in painting a picture, writing an epic, singing a song, composing a symphony, devising new invention, creating a vast industry. |
This is not a book. This is libel, slander, defamation of character. This is not a book, in the ordinary sense of the word. No, this is a prolonged insult, a gob of spit in the face of Art, a kick in the pants to God, Man, Destiny, Time, Love, Beauty... what you will. I am going to sing for you, a little off key perhaps, but I will sing. |
To live without killing is a thought which could electrify the world, if men were only capable of staying awake long enough to let the idea soak in |
Topographically the country is magnificent -- and terrifying. Why terrifying? Because nowhere else in the world is the divorce between man and nature so complete. Nowhere have I encountered such a dull, monotonous fabric of life as here in America. Here boredom reaches its peak. |
True strength lies in submission which permits one to dedicate his life, through devotion, to something beyond himself. |
True strength lies in submission which permits one to dedicate his life, through devotion, to something beyond himself. |
True strength lies in submission which permits one to dedicate his life, through devotion, to something beyond himself. |
Until we accept the fact that life itself is founded in mystery, we shall learn nothing. |
We can't go into town and buy clothes, so we supply that for our people, |
We create our fate every day we live |
We create our fate every day we live |
We do not talk - we bludgeon one another with facts and theories gleaned from cursory readings of newspapers, magazines and digests. |
We have been educated to such a fine / or dull / point that we are incapable of enjoying something new, something different, until we are first told what it's all about. We don't trust our five senses; we rely on our critics and educators, all of whom are failures in the realm of creation. In short, the blind lead the blind. It's the democratic way. |