Often with good sentiments we produce bad literature.
A work of art is an exaggeration.
The scholar seeks truth, the artist finds.
The capacity to get free is nothing; the capacity to be free is the task.
The anxiety we have for the figure we cut, for our personage, is constantly cropping out. We are showing off and are often more concerned with making a display than with living. Whoever feels observed observes himself.
I wished for nothing beyond her smile, and to walk with her thus, hand in hand, along a sun warmed, flower bordered path.