We Ride Through Life On

When You Say You Are In Love With Humanity, You Are Well Satisfied With Yourself.

We Ride Through Life On The Beast Within Us. Beat The Animal, But You Can't Make It Think.

I Hate Symbolic Art In Which The Presentation Loses All Spontaneous Movement In Order To Become A Machine, An Allegory -- A Vain And Misconceived Effort Because The Very Fact Of Giving An Allegorical Sense To A Presentation Clearly Shows That We Have To Do With A Fable Which By Itself Has No Truth Either Fantastic Or Direct; It Was Made For The Demonstration Of Some Moral Truth.

The Father: But Don't You See That The Whole Trouble Lies Here? In Words, Words. Each One Of Us Has Within Him A Whole World Of Things, Each Man Of Us His Own Special World. And How Can We Ever Come To An Understanding If I Put In The Words I Utter The Sense And Value Of Things As I See Them; While You Who Listen To Me Must Inevitably Translate Them According To The Conception Of Things Each One Of You Has Within Himself. We Think We Understand Each Other, But We Never Really Do.

We Think We Understand Each Other, But We Never Really Do.