I Do Not Understand The World, But

There Seems To Be A Kind Of Order In The Universe…in The Movement Of The Stars And The Turning Of The Earth And The Changing Of The Seasons. But Human Life Is Almost Pure Chaos. Everyone Takes His Stance, Asserts His Own Right And Feelings, Mistaking The Motives Of Others, And His Own.

Education Must Be Taken Out Of The Hands Of Rich Illiterates, Third Rate Politicians, And Put Where It Belongs: In The Care Of Scholars. At Present The Whole University System Is Rotten To The Core, And An Appalling Waste Of Time, Energy And Money.

[on Gertrude Stein's Making Of Americans:] I Doubt If All The People Who Should Read It Will Read It For A Great While Yet, For It Is In Such A Limited Edition, And Reading It Is Anyhow A Sort Of Permanent Occupation.

I Started Out With Nothing In The World But A Kind Of Passion, A Driving Desire. I Don't Know Where It Came From, And I Don't Know Why - Or Why I Have Been So Stubborn About It That Nothing Could Deflect Me. But This Thing Between Me And My Writing Is The Strongest Bond I Have Ever Had - Stronger Than Any Bond Or Any Engagement With Any Human Being Or With Any Other Work I've Ever Done.

The Nose Is Surely One Of The Most Impressionable, If Not Positively Erotic, Of All Our Unruly Members.