Indulgences, Not Fulfillment, Is What The World

Life Is A Hypocrite If I Can't Live The Way It Moves Me.

An Artist's Sensitivity To Criticism Is, At Least In Part, An Effort To Keep Unimpaired The Zest, Or Confidence, Or Arrogance, Which He Needs To Make Creation Possible; Or An Instinct To Climb Through His Problems In His Own Way As He Should, And Must.

There May Always Be Another Reality To Make Fiction Of The Truth We Think We've Arrived At.

Comedy Is An Escape, Not From Truth But From Despair; A Narrow Escape Into Faith.

How Can We Be Scrupulous In A Life Which, From Birth Onwards, Is So Determined To Wring Us Dry Of Any Serenity At All?