Language Is Memory And Metaphor.

There Is Only One World; The World Pressing Against You At This Minute. There Is Only One Minute In Which You Are Alive; This Minute Here And Now. The Only Way To Live Is By Accepting Each Minute As An Unrepeatable Miracle.

In What Touches Their Social Convictions, Most Persons Do Not Think. The Threat Of Change, With All It Suggests To Them In The Loss Of Social And Economic Privilege, Alarms So Deeply That They Are Incapable Of Unprejudiced Thought. They Seem To Themselves To Be Thinking, With Lucidity And Fairness, But Since They Start From The Conviction That Change Must Undoubtedly Be For The Worse Or From Settled Grief At The Thought Of Losing What Is Old And Lovely, They Are Doing No More Than Following A Logical Sequence Of Ideas From A False Premise.

Could Anything Be Absurder Than A Man? The Animal Who Knows Everything About Himself--except Why He Was Born And The Meaning Of His Unique Existence.

I Am Never Happier Than When I Am Alone In A Foreign City; It Is As If I Had Become Invisible.

There Is A Stage In Any Misery When The Victim Begins To Find A Deep Satisfaction In It.