Only Lies And Evil Come From Letting

It Is Difficult In Life To Be Good, And Difficult In Art To Portray Goodness. Perhaps We Don't Know Much About Goodness.

Only The Very Greatest Art Invigorates Without Consoling.

Good Writing Is Full Of Surprises And Novelties, Moving In A Direction You Don't Expect.

It Is In The Capacity To Love, That Is To See, That The Liberation Of The Soul From Fantasy Consists. The Freedom Which Is A Proper Human Goal Is The Freedom From Fantasy, That Is The Realism Of Compassion. What I Have Called Fantasy, The Proliferation Of Blinding Self-centered Aims And Images, Is Itself A Powerful System Of Energy, And Most Of What Is Often Called 'will' Or 'willing' Belongs To This System. What Counteracts The System Is Attention To Reality Inspired By, Consisting Of, Love.

There Is A Spider Called Amaurobius, Which Lives In A Burrow And Has Its Young In The Late Summer, And Then It Dies When The Frosts Begin, And The Young Spiders Live Through The Cold By Eating Their Mother's Dead Body. One Can't Believe That's An Accident. I Don't Know That I Imagined God As Having Thought It All Out, But Somehow He Was Connected With The Pattern, He Was The Pattern.