A Story Is Like Something You Wind

The Greatest Art Comes Out Of Warmth And Conviction And Deep Feeling, But Then, Very Few People, Even Geniuses, Have All That.

There Seems To Be A Kind Of Order In The Universe…in The Movement Of The Stars And The Turning Of The Earth And The Changing Of The Seasons. But Human Life Is Almost Pure Chaos. Everyone Takes His Stance, Asserts His Own Right And Feelings, Mistaking The Motives Of Others, And His Own.

God Does Not Know Whether A Skin Is Black Or White, He Sees Only Souls.

Lovemaking Surely Must Be, For Human Beings At Our Present State Of Development, One Of The More Private Enterprises. Who Would Want A Witness To That Entire Self-abandonment And Helplessness?

I Think Joy Is Just As Instructive As Pain, And I Like It Better. I Never Meant To Suffer Any More Than I Could Help; My Nature Was Meant For Happiness, A Daylight Art And Living.