What is a ruin but time easing itself of endurance?
The truth is how you say it, and to be 'one's self' is the most shocking custom of all.
Our bones ache only while the flesh is on them.
I can draw and write, and you'd be foolish not to hire me.
When one wants to become cognizant of the color and the texture of the soil, one does not get a ladder; one gets a shovel. When one wants to get into touch with the texture of the universal mind, one does not go to Boston; one goes to the Bowery.
Certainty always produces questions, uncertainty statements. It is a balancing law of nature.