What We Need Is Endless

There Has Been A Marvelous Joyous Carnival Of Mourning For Edith Piaf And Jean Coctaeau, And It Was Real! They Died As They Had Lived, With Style And Grace And Their Proper Eccentricity; And Paris Loves Anybody Who Can Live Anarchically And Be Delightful Entertainment At The Same Time. So Do I.

We Do Know Now, All Of Us, That The Most Appalling Cruelties Are Committed By Apparently Virtuous Governments In Expectation Of A Great Good To Come, Never Learning That The Evil Done Now Is The Sure Destroyer Of The Expected Good.

Human Life Itself May Be Almost Pure Chaos, But The Work Of The Artist Is To Take These Handfuls Of Confusion And Disparate Things, Things That Seem To Be Irreconcilable, And Put Them Together In A Frame To Give Them Some Kind Of Shape And Meaning.

Adventure Is Something You Seek For Pleasure, Or Even For Profit, Like A Gold Rush Or Invading A Country;...but Experience Is What Really Happens To You In The Long Run; The Truth That Finally Overtakes You.

Life Is A Game Of Piquet Played In A Bramble Bush In Very Bad Weather.