He thought of how calm he was. His calm was so perfect that he could not destroy it even by being conscious of it.

Crowds of people moved through the streets with a dream-like violence.

Betty took him for a walk in the zoo and he was amused by her evident belief in the curative power of animals. She seemed to think that it must steady him to look at a buffalo.

Numbers constitute the only universal language.

Art Is a Way Out. Do not let life overwhelm you. When the old paths are choked with the débris of failure, look for newer and fresher paths. Art is just such a path. Art is distilled from suffering.

He thought of how calm he was. His calm was so perfect that he could not destroy it even by being conscious of it.

Only those who still have hope can benefit from tears.