On The Heights It Is Warmer Than

On The Rare Occasions When Our Dreams Succeed And Achieve Perfection - Most Dreams Are Bungled - The Are Symbolic Chains Of Scene And Images In Place Of A Narrative Poetic Language; They Circumscribe Our Experiences Or Expectations Or Situations With Such Poetic Boldness And Decisiveness That In The Morning We Are Always Amazed When We Remember Our Dreams.

[heraclitus Had] A Regal Air Of Certainty.

When One Has Finished Building One's House, One Suddenly Realizes That In The Process One Has Learned Something That One Really Needed To Know In The Worst Way - Before One Began.

When One Is Young, One Venerates And Despises Without That Art Of Nuances Which Constitutes The Best Gain Of Life, And It Is Only Fair That One Has To Pay Dearly For Having Assaulted Men And Things In This Manner With Yes And No. Everything Is Arranged So That The Worst Of Tastes, The Taste For The Unconditional, Should Be Cruelly Fooled And Abused Until A Man Learns To Put A Little Art Into His Feelings And Rather To Risk Trying Even What Is Artificial — As The Real Artists Of Life Do.

In The True Man There Is A Child Concealed Who Wants To Play.