The tormentof human frustration, whatever its immediate cause, is the knowledge that theself is in prison, its vital force and ‘mangled mind’ leaking away in lonely,wasteful self-conflict.
Man wonders over the restless Sea........ the flowing waters...... the sight of the sky....... and forgets that as all wonders, man him self is the mast wonderful.
Ialways cheer up immensely if an attack is particularly wounding because I think,well, if they attack one personally, it means they have not a singlepolitical argument left.
An artist is a cut above the critic, for the artist is writing something which will move the critic. The critic is writing something which will move everybody but the artist
Themore adaptability exists for a given kind of decision, the less risky it isto make plans for the future, and therefore the more likely it is that morepeople will make more plans in such areas.
