I Am Only A Picture-taster, The Way

Not What Man Knows But What Man Feels, Concerns Art. All Else Is Science.

I Would I Could Stand On A Busy Corner, Hat In Hand, And Beg People To Throw Me All Their Wasted Hours.

Government Is The Art Of The Momentary Feasible, Of The Least Bad Attainable, And Not Of The Rationally Most Desirable.

Consistency Requires You To Be As Ignorant Today As You Were A Year Ago.

It Was A Morning In Early Summer. A Silver Haze Shimmered And Trembled Over The Lime Trees. The Air Was Laden With Their Fragrance. The Temperature Was Like A Caress. I Remember - I Need Not Recall - That I Climbed Up A Tree Stump And Felt Suddenly Immersed In Itness. I Did Not Call It By That Name. I Had No Need For Words. It And I Were One.