Chaos Often Breeds Life, When Order Breeds

All Experience Is An Arch, To Build Upon.

My Favorite Figure Of The American Author Is That Of A Man Who Breeds A Favorite Dog, Which He Throws Into The Mississippi River For The Pleasure Of Making A Splash. The River Does Not Splash, But It Drowns The Dog.

You Say That Love Is Nonsense. I Tell You It Is No Such Thing. For Weeks And Months It Is A Steady Physical Pain, An Ache About The Heart, Never Leaving One, By Night Or By Day; A Long Strain On One's Nerves Like Toothache Or Rheumatism, Not Intolerable At Any One Instant, But Exhausting By Its Steady Drain On The Strength.

The Sensation Of Seeing Extremely Fine Women, With Superb Forms, Perfectly Unconscious Of Undress, And Yet Evidently Aware Of Their Beauty And Dignity, Is Worth A Week's Seasickness To Experience... [to Me] The Effect [of A Siva Dance] Was That Of A Dozen Rembrandts Intensified Into The Most Glowing Beauty Of Life And Motion.

He Too Serves A Certain Purpose Who Only Stands And Cheers.