There Is In Most Passions A Shrinking

Our Passionate Preoccupation With The Sky, The Stars, And A God Somewhere In Outer Space Is A Homing Impulse. We Are Drawn Back To Where We Came From.

Creativity Is The Ability To Introduce Order Into The Randomness Of Nature.

How Terribly Hard And Almost Impossible It Is To Tell The Truth. More Than Anything Else, The Artist In Us Prevents Us From Telling Aught As It Really Happened. We Deal With The Truth As The Cook Deals With Meat And Vegetables.

The Ability To Get Along Without An Exceptional Leader Is The Mark Of Social Vigor.

In Running Away From Ourselves We Either Fall On Our Neighbor's Shoulder Or Fly At His Throat.