Man Is Hypnotized By The Glitter Of

Finding Bad Reasons For What One Believes For Other Bad Reasons - That's Philosophy.

[i Am Not] The Captain Of My Soul; I Am Only Its Noisiest Passenger.

Nobody Can Have The Consolations Of Religion Or Philosophy Unless He Has First Experienced Their Desolations.

If One's Different, One's Bound To Be Lonely.

What A Gulf Between Impression And Expression! That’s Our Ironic Fate—to Have Shakespearean Feelings And (unless By Some Billion-to-one Chance We Happen To Be Shakespeare) To Talk About Them Like Automobile Salesmen Or Teen-agers Or College Professors. We Practice Alchemy In Reverse—touch Gold And It Turns Into Lead; Touch The Pure Lyrics Of Experience, And They Turn Into The Verbal Equivalents Of Tripe And Hogwash.