In real love you want the other person's good. In romantic love, you want the other person.
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In real love you want the other person's good. In romantic love you want the other person.
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I can't earn my own living. I could never make anything turn into money. It's like making fires. A careful assortment of paper, shavings, fagg...
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I never wanted to live an unembellished life, and I have never done it.... Living under such a compulsion has been like painting pictures of l...
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I have always suspected that too much knowledge is a dangerous thing. It is a boon to people who don't have deep feelings; their pleasure come...
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I began reviewing my life in relation to its objectives. I saw no objects, I saw only states.
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I have always rebelled against the unadorned, the unbefitting, the unawakened, the unresisting, the undesirable, the unplanned, the unshapely,...
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It is rarely that you see an American writer who is not hopelessly sane.
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It has been years since I have seen anyone who could even look as if he were in love. No one's face lights up any more except for political co...
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As I look at the human story I see two stories. They run parallel and never meet. One is of people who live, as they can or must, the events t...
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Life for me has been exactly what I thought it would be—a cake, which I have eaten and had too.
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... people with heavy physical vibrations rule the world.
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... today ... photographers prefer disfigurement to adornment. It is now chic to do your worst to people.
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Life seems to be an experience in ascending and descending. You think you're beginning to live for a single aim—for self-development, or the...
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... the great thing to learn about life is, first, not to do what you don't want to do, and, second, to do what you do want to do.
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