I Suspect The Fault...is In Me: That

And A Human Being Whose Life Is Nurtured In An Advantage Which Has Accrued From The Disadvantage Of Other Human Beings, And Who Prefers That This Should Remain As It Is, Is A Human Being By Definition Only, Having Much More In Common With The Bedbug, The Tapeworm, The Cancer, And The Scavengers Of The Deep Sea.

I'm Very Anxious Not To Fall Into Archaism Or 'literary' Diction. I Want My Vocabulary To Have A Very Large Range, But The Words Must Be Alive.

Seems As Unfounded ... To Say There Isn't A God As To Say There Is.

The Artist's Task Is Not To Alter The World As The Eye Sees It Into A World Of Aesthetic Reality, But To Perceive The Aesthetic Reality Within The Actual Reality. (on Photographs By Helen Levitt)

I Suspect The Fault...is In Me: That I Hate Any Job On Earth, As A Job And A Hindrance And A Semi-suicide.