As In The Physical World, So In

The Ostrich Burying Its Head In The Sand Does At Any Rate Wish To Convey The Impression That Its Head Is The Most Important Part Of It.

How Idiotic Civilization Is! Why Be Given A Body If You Have To Keep It Shut Up In A Case Like A Rare, Rare Fiddle?

What Can You Do If You Are Thirty And, Turning The Corner Of Your Own Street, You Are Overcome, Suddenly, By A Feeling Of Bliss - Absolute Bliss - As Though You'd Suddenly Swallowed A Bright Piece Of That Late Afternoon Sun And It Burned In Your Bosom, Sending Out A Little Shower Of Sparks Into Every Particle Into Every Finger And Toe?

It's A Terrible Thing To Be Alone - Yes It Is - It Is - But Don't Lower Your Mask Until You Have Another Mask Prepared Beneath - As Terrible As You Like - But A Mask.

What Do You Want Most To Do? That's What I Have To Keep Asking Myself, In The Face Of Difficulties.