One Of The Secrets Of A Happy

Art Is Not Cozy And It Is Not Mocked. Art Tells The Only Truth That Ultimately Matters. It Is The Light By Which Human Things Can Be Mended. And After Art There Is, Let Me Assure You All, Nothing.

The Human Soul Is Not Framed For Continued Proximity, And The Result Of This Enforced Neighbourhood Is Often An Appalling Loneliness For Which The Rules Of The Game Forbid Assuagement.

The Chief Requirement Of The Good Life, Is To Live Without Any Image Of Oneself.

Only Lies And Evil Come From Letting People Off.

We Are Such Inward Secret Creatures, That Inwardness Is The Most Amazing Thing About Us, Even More Amazing Than Our Reason.