The trouble with Reason is that it becomes meaningless at the exact point where it refuses to act.
Art is the terms of an armistice signed with fate.
The achieved West had given the United States something that no people had ever had before, an internal, domestic empire.
Art is man determined to die sane.
History abhors determinism but cannot tolerate chance.
The rat stops gnawing in the wood, the dungeon walls withdraw, the weight is lifted your pulse steadies and the sun has found your heart, the day was not bad, the season has not been bad, there is sense and even promise in going on.