To Know How To Do Something Well

Prejudice ... Is A Subjective Emotion Which Expresses Itself Upon Others Only Because Of An Inner Necessity For Release. The Object Is Irrelevant And Opportune. The Person Who Feels Prejudice Is The Victim Of Himself And His Own Unhappiness And Dissatisfaction. Life Is Not What He Wants It To Be And It Has Not Been What He Wishes It Had Been.

Add To This Cruelly Delicate Organism The Overpowering Necessity To Create, Create, Create - So That Without The Creating Of Music Or Poetry Or Books Or Buildings Or Something Of Meaning, His Very Breath Is Cut Off From Him. He Must Create, Must Pour Out Creation. By Some Strange, Unknown, Inward Urgency He Is Not Really Alive Unless He Is Creating.

It Is Love Itself That Is Important -- The Ability To Love, No Matter Whom You Love. For When You Can No Longer Love Anyone, You Are No Longer A Living Person. The Heart Dies If It Loses The Capacity To Love.

Inside Myself Is A Place Where I Live All Alone And That Is Where I Renew My Springs That Never Dry Up.

Man Was Lost If He Went To A Usurer, For The Interest Ran Faster Than A Tiger Upon Him.