A FEATHER. A feather is trimmed, it is trimmed by the light and the bug and the post, it is trimmed by little leaning and by all sorts of mounted reserves and loud volumes. It is surely cohesive.

If you knew it all it would not be creation but dictation.

No one is ahead of his time, it is only that the particular variety of creating his time is the one that his contemporaries who are also creating their own time refuse to accept. For a very long time everybody refuses and then almost without a pause almost everybody accepts. In the history of the refused in the arts and literature the rapidity of the change is always startling.

The deepest thing in any one is the conviction of the bad luck that follows boasting.

You look ridiculous if you dance You look ridiculous if you don't dance So you might as well dance.

This is the real thing of disillusion that no one, not any one really is believing, seeing, understanding, thinking anything as you are thinking, believing, seeing, understanding such a thing.

Everybody knows if you are too careful you are so occupied in being careful that you are sure to stumble over something.