I Do Not Understand The World, But

I Have No Patience With This Dreadful Idea That Whatever You Have In You Has To Come Out, That You Can't Suppress True Talent. People Can Be Destroyed; They Can Be Bent, Distorted, And Completely Crippled. In Spite Of All The Poetry, All The Philosophy To The Contrary, We Are Not Really Masters Of Our Fate.

We Do Know Now, All Of Us, That The Most Appalling Cruelties Are Committed By Apparently Virtuous Governments In Expectation Of A Great Good To Come, Never Learning That The Evil Done Now Is The Sure Destroyer Of The Expected Good.

Your Mind Outwears All Sorts Of Things You May Set Your Heart Upon; You Can Enjoy It When All Other Things Are Taken Away.

Human Life Itself May Be Almost Pure Chaos, But The Work Of The Artist Is To Take These Handfuls Of Confusion And Disparate Things, Things That Seem To Be Irreconcilable, And Put Them Together In A Frame To Give Them Some Kind Of Shape And Meaning.

Adventure Is Something You Seek For Pleasure, Or Even For Profit, Like A Gold Rush Or Invading A Country;...but Experience Is What Really Happens To You In The Long Run; The Truth That Finally Overtakes You.